Silent Relationship

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It’s always the quiet ones you have to look out for. Little did I know just how true that statement would become for me!

Kris 27-year-old guy, moved in next door to my house almost a year ago, and from the start, he seemed like a typical nice guy. He was courteous and seemed to get on with everyone in the neighbourhood.

His wife, however, appeared much more withdrawn. She never left the house unless it was to go grocery shopping or visit her family, who lived a couple of towns away. Other than that, she stayed indoors most of the time. She kept to herself and rarely said anything to anyone.

But when she did, she seemed very shy and reserved, as though she didn’t want people to get too close to her. So, I never really got the chance to talk to her properly before our lives were torn apart by tragedy.

A little about me. I’m Deepti, a 38-year-old married woman. I’m a housewife, and my husband mostly travels for work. I have a 12-year-old son who is in boarding school. So he comes home yearly once.

I’ve been with my husband since we were both teenagers. I consider myself lucky to have such a great marriage. At least until recently.., I’ll start at the beginning because it helps put things into context.

Being a housewife gives me a lot of free time. I tend to spend time working around the house cleaning, cooking, baking, etc, or sometimes even taking up chores such as gardening. Recently one of my friends shared a link to erotic stories.

I started reading it in my free time. Reading those stories, I realised that there are too my things I can explore with my husband. So, I discussed this with him. My husband agreed to experiment together. But honestly, he never got time to even start with it.

I was getting curious. With every story I read, my desires started growing more. That’s when I started sexually noticing Kris. I found myself thinking about him constantly and wondering what he looked like naked.

One day, while doing laundry on my balcony, I noticed Kris’ dirty clothes hanging on his balcony. I could see them clearly through the thin mesh curtains which covered our balconies. Suddenly, without even thinking, I pulled one of his t-shirts off its hanger with the help of a stick. I held it against my face.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, trying to imagine what it smelled like after he had worn it all day. After a few moments, I realised how stupid I must have looked. Standing there with a man’s shirt pressed against my face, holding onto it as if it were a priceless artefact.

I quickly dropped it back down into position behind my pile of clean towels. That night, unable to sleep, I lay awake thinking about what I’d done earlier that day. I was feeling guilty for having acted on impulse without considering the consequences.

The next morning, after breakfast, my husband went out to work. I went to my room and started folding the clothes. I saw that T-shirt again lying in the pile of my clothes. Before I could think about it, I grabbed it and brought it to my nose. And then it happened! I lost control and could not stop kissing his shirt.

My hand started rubbing it over my breast. I could feel the lust building inside me. I slipped my hand under my top and rubbed my nipples, slowly increasing pressure. All the time, breathing deeply into the cloth. By now, my juices had wet my panty.

So I stopped and went to the bathroom. I sat on the toilet lid and began fingering myself till an orgasm came crashing over me, sending tremors across my body. Now, I convinced myself that I somehow needed Kris once, at least. So, I thought to come up with a plan.

It will be easier to seduce him only when he’s lonely. As a first step, I made it a point to bump into him whenever possible, like waiting for lifts together or borrowing sugar, etc. But I couldn’t proceed any further. I don’t know whether he is interested in a woman other than his wife or not.

Days rolled by, and nothing changed between us. We occasionally made small talk whenever we met each other outside of the home. Finally, opportunity knocked. It was Sunday afternoon, and we were sitting on my balcony, sipping our coffee.

I saw Kris and his wife sitting in their car and going out. I saw a couple of bags in his wife’s hand. Initially, I was worried that I might not be able to see him for some time. But later, in 2 hours, I saw Kris driving back alone. This gave me the opening I needed.

“Oh, hi, Kris!” I said as he stepped into the elevator with me. “Good evening.” He replied quietly and avoided eye contact completely. “How have you been?” I asked, trying to make conversation but failing miserably. “I’m fine, thank you.” He mumbled, barely audible.

He stared straight ahead, refusing to meet my gaze directly. “I saw you both go out. What happened? All good?” I asked. To my surprise, he spoke a bit louder this time as opposed to his usual soft voice. “We were visiting her mother, and Jyoti decided to stay there for a couple of days.”

Wow, this was the opportunity I needed. I smiled to myself. The next thing I knew, he exited the lift on the third floor, leaving me alone in the elevator. “This won’t do,” I told myself. ‘You have to find a way to strike up some sort of friendship with him.’ Right then and there, another plan formed in my head.

If he wasn’t willing to share himself with me willingly, maybe I could convince him otherwise. Yes, indeed, now all I needed was a bit of luck, and everything else would fall into place easily enough.

Later that night, as soon as I entered the bedroom, I closed the door behind me. I turned towards my bed, where my husband lay asleep, snoring lightly. Without waking him, I stripped off my clothes and climbed underneath the sheets in my panty and bra. This is how I usually sleep.

My mind wandered back to earlier events of the day, and the thought of fucking Kris made me wet. My pussy felt hot and throbbing. Before long, I was grinding against my pillow, trying to control my moans. Slowly I began sliding my fingers along my slit, tracing circles around my clit until I was fully aroused.

Then I lifted my hips slightly, allowing two fingers to slip easily inside me. Gently, they moved back and forth, bringing shivers down my spine as I increased speed. Soon, I was gasping for air, struggling to maintain rhythm as my muscles tensed up with pleasure.

Faster still, my breath became shallow, each movement forcing another thrust forward. Orgasms ripped through me, convulsing my entire body and causing me to shake violently beneath the covers. Orgasmic waves washed over me repeatedly, drenching my thighs with cum.

Exhausted, I collapsed onto the mattress and drifted off to sleep. When I woke up the next morning, my husband had already gone to work. I quickly cleaned up and went to the kitchen to make breakfast. As I stood there preparing eggs, my mind returned once again to thoughts of last night’s encounter.

Imagining what it would feel like to have Kris fuck me right here, standing against the countertop. My hands gripped his shoulders tightly as he pounded into me from behind. God, just thinking about it made me so damn horny! I finished eating breakfast and cleaned up the dishes.

I then headed upstairs to shower. Under the warm water running down my back, I pictured myself fucking Kris. Bent over on the edge of the bathtub, his hard cock plunging deep inside me over and over again.

Mmmm, that felt good! I could practically feel his thick shaft filling me up and stretching my tight asshole wide open. With a sigh, I turned off the tap and stepped out of the tub. Afterwards, I dried off and dressed casually, putting on a simple pair of jeans and a loose-fitting tee shirt.

On my way downstairs, I spotted Kris walking past our front gate with his dog, Rex. “Hey, Kris,” I called out cheerfully. He paused briefly and glanced up towards me with a polite smile before continuing on his way. Damn it, I cursed silently to myself. Why does he always seem so distant?

Maybe he has no interest in pursuing anything beyond casual acquaintance after all. Nevertheless, today, I decided I would try to change his mind.

“Kris, wait up!” I yelled after him again, quickening my pace. He hesitated mid-step, turning around reluctantly with an irritated expression etched upon his face.

“Yes, can I help you?” His tone sounded strained. “Nope, I wanted to say hello,” I shrugged apologetically. “And ask you something too…” I looked at him meaningfully, hoping my intention wasn’t too obvious. For a moment, silence hung heavy in the air between us, neither of us knowing quite what to say.

Eventually, though, Kris managed to regain composure and reply politely. “Okay then, nice seeing you and I apologise for being rude. It’s just that you already know my wife is not here currently. I miss her, so I was a bit irritated.”

“Oh, okay, I understand,” I nodded sympathetically. “But don’t worry, you can talk to me anytime you want.” I continued with a reassuring smile. “Sure thing,” he murmured half-heartedly and shifted uneasily from one foot to another. “Anyway, got to get going now. Have a great day!”

“Hey, wait !” I exclaimed. “Can I ask something?” Again, he stopped and faced me, looking perplexed yet curious. “Of course, what is it?” he asked.

“Just curious, are you into the IT sector?” I probed innocently. His brows furrowed slightly. “Well, yeah, why?”

“My laptop seems to be not working. Usually, my husband fixes it, but he is out of town for official work, and I do not know anyone, so I thought to ask you,” I answered politely, making a puppy face.

“What kind of problem do you have?”

“Well, I’m not very much sure, but it’s very slow and occasionally turns off by getting hung.”

“Hmm… Let me check it out for you.” He said, sounding more confident now.

“Thanks so much.” I smiled broadly, feeling a surge of excitement rush through me. Today might turn out better than expected, after all.

Kris followed me back to our apartment building and waited while I unlocked the door leading inside. From there, we made our way straight to my room. I sat down at my desk with him standing close beside me.

I placed my laptop onto its charger and powered it up, watching intently as the screen lit up instantly, displaying the familiar desktop wallpaper. “See, it’s working perfectly fine now,” Kris remarked.

“Yeah, but sometimes it gets hanged and shuts down automatically.” I pointed out with frustration. “All right, let me try something first.” He assured. He reached across and opened a new window, typing away furiously on the keyboard.

Within seconds, the taskbar disappeared completely, replaced instead with a black background and a blinking cursor. While he was working on my laptop, I offered him coffee. “Would you like tea or coffee?” I asked. “Coffee will be fine.” He answered politely without looking up.

A few minutes later, I returned with two steaming cups filled with strong dark brew. Handing one to him, I pulled a chair closer so we could sit side-by-side. I waited for 15 minutes to let the coffee cool down so that I could initiate my plan.

Finally, when the liquid temperature seemed suitable, I leaned towards him suggestively. “So how is it working now?” I whispered and intentionally poured some coffee on myself.

“Ouch! Shit! You burned yourself!” He exclaimed, surprised. And before I knew it, his hands grabbed mine instinctively and held them tight. “I am so sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

I squeezed his hand gently. “It’s all right, Kris. Please forget about it. It doesn’t matter. I’ll go and clean myself up.” Having said that I went to the bathroom and took a quick bath and wore a t-shirt and towel wrapped over my thighs. I knew this plan would work since he never saw me this way before.

He had only seen me either in the garden or while talking with him, wearing jeans and tees. He couldn’t resist coming closer towards me when he got an opportunity to see me like this.

I was counting on this to happen. After finishing drying myself, I came out of the bathroom and stood in front of him. I could see him staring at me, but I was not able to judge whether it was lust or disgust.

“How is it working now?” I asked again. “Better, but still some issues.” He replied. “Okay, l think I should leave now.” He stood after saying this.

Gathering all the guts I had, I put my hand on his shoulder and asked him, “Please stay, don’t go.” I went near him and hugged him, trying to break his defence mechanism. My breasts rubbed against his back while we were hugging.

This time, I noticed he stiffened and tried pulling himself away. But I didn’t allow him to do so. Instead, I pressed myself tighter to him. Slowly moving my head upwards, I kissed his earlobe and whispered, “You smell so good, Kris. I love your scent.”

His eyes widened in shock as I did this, but he didn’t push me away. Instead, he remained silent. Moving my lips along his jawline, I nibbled softly on his neck, teasing him gently. He sighed deeply, feeling my warm breath blowing across his skin.

Still holding onto his waist firmly, I trailed my tongue down his neck, tasting saltiness combined with sweat. Sliding my arms further upwards, I cupped his chest and gave some more kisses and licks on the other side of his neck. My nipples hardened at the thought of having sex with him.

Slowly but surely, my grip strengthened, and I turned his chair facing me and sat on his lap. Looking into his gorgeous, deep eyes, I pouted playfully, fluttering my eyelashes seductively. His gaze flickered downwards momentarily, taking note of my flushed cheeks and reddened lips.

Abruptly, he stopped me, leaving me reeling in confusion. “Please stop, Deepti! You know we both are married, and I cannot do this to my wife.”

He stammered, seeming slightly distressed. But I noticed while he was saying all this his hands were still on my hips. His hands unknowingly held my hips when I sat on his lap. I understood that he was hesitant, but maybe he wanted this to continue.

“Is it because you are afraid to commit adultery?” I teased him mischievously. “Don’t worry, Kris. No one knows that we are here, so you need not worry.”

Saying this, I brought my hand behind his neck, kissing him passionately. His body shuddered involuntarily when my lips brushed against his. He hesitated again for a few minutes, but slowly, he started responding.

I felt him kissing me back eagerly now, his mouth hungrily devouring mine. My heart raced with anticipation as our tongues entwined in a passionate embrace. I moved forward, pressing my breasts firmly against his chest, relishing the feel of his strength under my palms.

Simultaneously, I unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his smooth, bronzed skin underneath. My fingers traced patterns upon his muscular frame, exploring every inch of his torso. The heat from his skin radiated throughout my entire body, sending waves of desire coursing through me.

While exploring his mouth, I started moving my hips, which made him harder. It became obvious that he liked it. I broke the kiss, placing kisses down his neck. With each kiss, I sank lower and lower until I found myself sitting uncomfortably but still sucking his nipples.

Suddenly, he raised his hand, caressing my face tenderly. His touch was electric, sending tingles all over me. As I continued to suck his nipples, my other hand began to explore the hardness between his legs. He then held me and started removing my top.

Once I was naked from above, he started licking my neck while his hands were caressing my naked breasts. At the same time, he lifted me and removed my towel. We kissed passionately once again, this time with our bodies bare. My hands travelled lower, eventually reaching his pants.

I unzipped them quickly, freeing his engorged manhood. My fingers encircled its thickness, feeling the warmth of his dick pulsating beneath my fingertips. A low groan escaped his lips, signalling his pleasure. Gently, I stroked his length, marvelling at the size and girth.

He moaned softly, enjoying the sensation. I decided to take things even further and straddled him, positioning myself right above his throbbing cock. Teasingly, I lowered myself ever so slightly, allowing just enough contact for him to feel the tip rubbing against my entrance.

I heard him gasp sharply, unable to hold back any longer. Slowly, I slid down, enveloping his shaft within my wetness. The feeling was exquisite, and both of us sighed contentedly at the same time. Slowly I rode him, increasing speed gradually.

Each thrust caused a jolt of electricity to surge through me, making my heart race faster than before. Our bodies moved together in perfect harmony, lost in a world of pure ecstasy. The sounds of our moans and flesh slapping against flesh filled the room, creating a primal symphony of passion.

All rational thoughts flew out of my mind, consumed by nothing but pleasure. Then we both stood up, and Kris made me stand facing the wall, and he came behind me. He teasingly pushed my hair to my front and started licking my earlobe and slowly moving towards my neck and then back.

I could hear him breathing heavily, and he came even closer and held my boobs using both his hands, and started licking my back. Every drop of sweat on my skin was getting licked by him. He continued licking my back.

I could hear him sighing loudly and whispering, “You have such beautiful skin… damn…”. He reached my ass cheek and started licking it. I couldn’t control my moaning and groaning. He then held my ass cheeks and opened it wide, and forced his tongue inside it while holding my thighs tightly.

This made me lose all the control I had on my body. I screamed in pleasure as I felt his hot tongue swirling around my anus. Then he stood and inserted his dick inside my tight asshole. I let out a scream, full of excitement and anticipation. He held my waist and started thrusting fast.

Again, the walls seemed to reverberate with the sound of flesh slapping against flesh. My cries grew louder and louder as the intensity of our lovemaking increased tenfold. Then I stopped him for a while and held his hand and took him to my bed.

I went on my fours and held his hard dick, and guided it again to my asshole. He started fucking me hard and slow, keeping pace with me. I kept screaming in joy. Suddenly, without warning, he pulled out of me, flipped me over and placed my legs on his shoulders.

He rammed his dick deep inside my wet swollen pussy and started pounding me like a madman. In a matter of moments, I felt an explosion of pleasure rippling throughout my body. My orgasm hit me like a tidal wave. Wave after wave of blissful sensations coursed through me, leaving me trembling and quivering.

Kris followed suit, unleashing his torrent of semen inside me. Screaming, I convulsed around his cock, milking every last drop of his seed deep inside me. For what seemed like an eternity, our bodies remained locked in a state of blissful pleasure.

Eventually, reality returned to us, and we collapsed onto the bed, gasping for air. “Was that good?” he asked shyly. I replied in the affirmative, giving him a peck on his lips. Finally, we separated, but not before sharing another passionate kiss.

Standing there, naked and sweaty, we embraced once again, savouring the sweetness of our union. A sense of fulfilment washed over us, knowing that we had given ourselves fully to each other. That night marked the beginning of something special, a bond forged through lust and desire.

After collecting our clothes, we dressed up. As he got ready to leave, I saw him staring at me. And suddenly, I knew that there would be many more encounters ahead of us. But today, we parted ways with the promise to meet again soon.

Walking out of my door, I felt a new sense of confidence and freedom. I had experienced something incredible I had never experienced before. I smiled inward, imagining the possibilities that lay ahead. The rest is history.

Now, we both regularly get involved in swinging and we both enjoy it and satisfy each other physically.