This is a true story and I was very reluctant to write it initially since it deals with sensitive issues with my close friends. In order to respect the individual's identify, I have changed the name of the characters in the story.
So we are a small East Indian community in the suburbs of Washington DC. We live in Virginia about 30 miles from DC. I am married and have 2 wonderful kids. We have a friend circle of about 10 families most of who are from the India as well.
Hritik and Rachana are very close family friends of ours. They have 2 kids as well. Rachana is about 33 years old and has a voluptuous body. She is about 5 feet 3 inches with dark black hair. She has a good sense of humor and is a flirt in her own rights.
Rachana and I flirt publically but it was always considered harmless. We pull each other's legs and everyone believes that we are just goofing and nothing is serious. I was under the same impression too but always wondered and imagined her in the bed.
It was the month of September when my wife and kids took a vacation to her mom's place without me. Rachana being a very good friend invited me quite a few times to have lunch and dinner at her place. I liked being single and never paid heed until one day when I was very close to her house and got a call to join her for lunch.
I wanted good food and thought of swinging by for a bit. I reached her place and rang the bell. Rachana opened the door and gave me a hug. She might have just showered since her hair was wet and she did smell good. We went inside and started talking. I noticed that her kids were not at home. I enquired and she mentioned that they had been attending day care. We sat and had some good pasta, she opened a bottle of Merlot and had a very pleasant conversation.
During our conversation, we started talking about all the knuckle heads we dated when we were young. I jokingly mentioned that if I had met her when I was single, I would have asked her out. She smiled and said that she would have done the same. I am not sure what happened after that, could have been the wine but we started flirting more and more and kept sipping on that wine.