Kali and Kimaya Gupta moved into the condo next door after Kali had taken a position at the university. Kali had doctorates in anthropology and archeology and had been brought aboard as a research fellow just as the university was about to embark on a series of remote projects. A slight, prematurely balding man with stern features and wire rimmed glasses, he was an odd contrast to his wife.
Kimaya was irresistibly cute. Dusky skinned, petite in all the right ways. Long black hair, pert figure. Perky tits just big enough to fill your hands. And an ass to absolutely die for. Late twenties by the looks and fashions. Kali was off to Mexico on a dig just days after they'd moved in.
I'd see Kimaya out by the condo's pool almost daily. She always wore a black one-piece suit. High hips and a plunging back and front. It flattered her figure, showing off her tits and an unmistakably generous cameltoe.
I write science fiction stories. I'd just had my third novel published and was about halfway into my fourth. Somehow, whenever Kimaya was poolside. I'd find myself irresistably wandering that way myself, eyes rivetted to her mahogany skin, and brightly painted nails. It didn't take much to strike up a conversation. Her English was quite good, though decidedly ethnic.
We talked about the usual stuff like the weather, where we'd lived before, and what schools we'd gone to. She was an easy conversationalist that way. Somehow, we'd developed the habit of looking for each other by the pool. It was always nice to see her spot me, breaking out in a conspiratorial grin.
Kali's family back home were wealthy, and her marriage had been arranged by their parents when she was just small a child. Not an unusual course of events for their culture, and something she'd squared with as traditional. Kali was somewhat over ten years her senior.
There was something about her that despite her attractiveness, bespoke a loneliness that was hard to miss. Something in her mannerisms, the way she'd reach out and pat the back of my hand when she'd say something she thought was witty or incisive. Once I was aware of it, it was hard to mistake and even harder to resist.
I'd just come in from a run, a habit that had been a holdover from my college basketball days, when she approached me.
"Carl, I was wondering if you like to have dinner with me tonight?" She said.
"What like go out someplace?" I asked.
"No. I'd like to cook you dinner, you've been so kind to me since we moved in." She offered.
"6:30 sound about right?" I said.
"Perfect." She replied.
When she'd opened the door I handed her a bottle of wine, and she invited me inside. She looked stunning. Dressed to the nines, her white silk blouse revealing the black lacy bra underneath, showing off her muffins. She had on a hip hugging black spandex skirt, the outlines of her thong unmistakably on display though the stretchy fabric. Bright red nail polish on her fingers and toes, perfectly matching her lipstick, and four inch open toed pink high heels that brought the top of her head almost to my shoulder.
"I didn't know this was a formal occasion." I chuckled.
"Oh, it is. Very special." She countered.
"Why so?" I asked.
"You'll see. Come on in." She answered turning to fetch a corkscrew from the kitchen.
Steak, fresh from the grill, garden salad, spicy couscous, and some home baked bread. It was simple, yet perfect.
"I'm not much of a drinker, Carl. Usually, just the one glass and I'm giddy." She said, taking a sip.
"So, you mentioned an occasion?" I commented.
"Yes, Carl. You know, it's funny. I've only ever been with Kali. In eight, almost nine years of marriage, I've been the epitome of a good Indian wife. In all these years of marriage, each time I've brought up the subject of starting a family, Kali has always brushed it aside." She said taking another sip.
"Kali's a lucky man. I'm sure when he feels the time is right..." I responded.
"You'd think that, right? But he's forgetful sometimes. Like sometimes when he's off on a dig, he forgets he's married. No fewer than four times have I found charges on our credit card account. Charges to various clinics and doctors. Charges paying for abortions. Just like this month. He seems to forget that I pay the bills. That I see what he does." She said, taking another swig.
"How long has he been cheating on you that you've known about." I asked.
"Pretty much our entire marriage. And I've just kept my mouth shut about it." Kimaya said. "It's what I was raised to do."
"So why are you telling me about it now?" I asked.
"Because all that is about to change." She said.
"You're filing for divorce?" I asked.
"No. At least not yet. But I am going to do something." She was smiling now, finishing off her wine.
