I recently got married and before I could bring in my wife, Rupa to the US, the worst recession in a while hit the country. Especially for folks like me on a contract the chances are looking pretty slim. But my wife made it through the consulate interview and we decided to brave it through and that she come stay with me in the US. I really missed her contours, curves and the sexy bosom and I am glad so agreed.
Since I was on a tight budget, I was staying with 3 room mates in small apartment but that won't work when she comes here. And on my budget a single independent house is very hard to find. Luckily I found an elderly Indian gentlemen who has a basement house, out of nowhere for rent. His wife passed away few years ago and his sons are gone to college. When I explained my situation he even gave me a break on the rent.
Now, the house is huge, has a big yard, even a hot tub and great looking kitchen. But the basement had one bedroom and makeshift kitchen/living room. The entrance to the basement is from the main house though. Not exactly the most private place for a new couple but that's the best I could afford.
I didn't tell any of this until Rupa entered US. I told her I got a decent place and we should be able to stay there for few months till things settle down. When she looked at the place she didn't really complain and took it in stride.
I made the most of the first few nights and Rupa was more than willing. She is a passionate women and because of her young age 20, her libido is in peaks. I suspected she is quite experienced and didn't miss any chances before or after our marriage. When confronted about it, she would throw a sexy smile and say she has needs.
After the first week, she started complaining that there isn't anything to do. She has to cook, watch movies and browse internet. There isn't anything that she can walk to. She asked to learn car and drive around but our budget really didn't allow for any such extravaganzas.
Our landlord overheard our little tiff and offered to teach her car himself. He has an old car and can spare the time. I suspected he is lonely and want to spend some time with her. I saw him gawking and being more than friendly with her in the first week. Though I refused him then, after a few days I obliged because I felt sympathy for her.
She seemed happy for a few days after that and he is driving her around the town and sometimes letting her drive. I started to feel bit envy but she is like I am younger than his son and he wants me to call him Daddy!
