"Mom, you look very happy and fresh today!" my son said while he had his after school snack.
"Thank you, sweetie!" I smiled.
I did feel this strange rush of endorphins after having sex with Reddy Garu that showed me pleasures I had never known before. And I was still riding the after waves.
It's not like there was no guilt. There was. But there was also mindfulness. And rationalizations.
"Will you help me with a science project?"
"Of course!"
The next few hours were spent with my son, just working on his science project. Somehow even that experience felt more pleasant than usual.
"Hey honey, I'll be in around midnight. Just leave the food outside."
My husband made this call fairly regularly. Usually I felt annoyed at why he was working so hard when we already had everything we wanted. But the euphoria I was feeling extended to him too.
What a nice man my husband was. Still diligently called and made sure I didn't stay up for him if I didn't have to. And here I was, having sex with the ugly old neighbor. He deserved some too.
I stayed up even though I didn't have to. Wearing my lacy red underwear I knew he loved. Waiting in bed.
I heard the door open at 1 AM. Then the living room TV turned on. And I heard plates being taken out.
I threw on a robe and walked outside. He was serving himself dinner.
"Long day?" I asked.
"Yes. How was yours?"
Again, such a decent man. Always reciprocated when he should.
I came so close to telling him about my day. What actually happened. How I had been seduced by the neighbor and honestly, I had a great time in bed with him.
But no matter what scenario I played out in my mind, it ended horribly. So I stopped even considering it. Instead, I thought I would make it up to my husband in my own way.
I stood close to him, and then making sure the door to our fast asleep son's room was closed, opened my robe. Hubby noticed. Smiled and gave my tits a quick grope.
"You're in the mood, huh?" he playfully said.
"Very much."
He started eating and chewed quietly for a little while.
"I'd love to, honey, but I'm just so tired. Weekend?"
I felt so deflated.
"Sure, honey." I kissed him and went back to bed.
I heard him turn the TV volume louder.
I knew what would happen next because it happened often.
He would eat slowly in front of the TV, while having a drink or two. Then fall asleep on the couch. Come in at 4 AM. Wake up at 630 AM. And go back to work.
Weekends, when he often punted sex to, were so full of social activities or chores or just catching up on other things, plus stuff related to our son, that we were both usually too exhausted. Only once in a couple of months did we manage to have sex.
The next morning as I was making breakfast for them both, I found myself eagerly look at the house across the street. Not at the hunky laborers but at his house. Reddy Garu was not in his usual spot! I guess having bedded me now, he didn't need to pursue me as much, nor steal glimpses. He could just summon me over.
Which he did soon after my husband and son left. By calling me up.
"Take a bath, then come over in that T-shirt like the other day and shorts. Without the bra."
"But Reddy Gary, the workers are out there." I protested.
"So what? You ogle them all day. Let them ogle you for a change."
I took a long shower, playing with myself, giving myself a quick orgasm of anticipation. I walked out to my bedroom.
And as per habit, was about to close the curtains. When I wondered, what even was the point anymore. He was not there anyway. But even if he was, what was left to hide?
I checked out my naked body in the mirror. One I had never thought of it as particularly "hot" as such. Not that I still did. It's not like young handsome men were making passes at me. It was an old retired fat neighbor.
But still, he saw in me an object of desire, of lust. This body of mine, this average body, had that irresistible effect on him. Made him horny enough to flout societal rules and have an affair with me so brazenly. Plain old me was thrilled.
I cupped my boobs. Decently sized. I didn't have a model flat stomach but didn't have a belly either. And my butt, when I bent over, did look nice. My legs were in good shape, though they usually stayed hidden. My hair fell so nicely around my boobs. I started playing with myself again.
Maybe I was a sexy thing after all.
I dressed the way he asked and stepped out, craning my neck to make sure no other neighbors were outside. The laborers were there and did of course stare at me as I walked past in a bra-less shirt, as was evident by the motion of my boobs and my erect nipples. I avoided eye contact but could feel their stares. I was almost shivering in anticipation as I rang the doorbell.
And all that excitement evaporated when the door was opened by a young woman in a hijab I did not know. Her eyes went wide looking at my chest before resting on my face.
"Oh it's you. This is the new aayah. Sabah."
Reddy Garu was standing in a bathrobe, looking like he had just bathed. He was a few feet behind her near the entrance to his room. His wife was in a different room to the left.
Sabah quickly lowered her gaze and walked away with "this is weird but none of my business" way that I would have too in her place. It was not common in our town for a woman like me to be walking around like this. Tongues started wagging over much less.
"Come with me." he said.
I followed him into his room. He did not bother closing the door. Opened his robe and pushed it back with both hands on his waist. Then he snapped his fingers and pointed to the floor. I got on my knees.
He smirked and giggled as he mouth fucked me. Quite hard. Shoving it quite a way deep making me a gagging and drooling mess with teary eyes. I held on to his hips for support as he did this for about ten minutes. During which he got me naked.
Then he let go. I fell back to catch a breath. And instantly he was on his knees and upon me. My ankles were grabbed, raised and pulled apart. My butt lifted off the floor.
And he drilled it into me in a rapid thrust. I let out a happy cry that I'm sure the aayah heard, removing any doubts that I was his mistress getting fucked as his wife was bedridden.
And then my vision became a rapid blur with my head shaking hard at the impact of his pounding. It was this feeling that made it all worth it, eclipsed all the guilt. This big thick hard thing drilling into me fully at a rapid pace. I can't describe the euphoria. Only another woman who has experienced it will understand. The joy of that animalistic plus power tool like drilling from a big thick dick.
I came two times pretty quickly as his face rubbed all over mine with kisses. He pulled me up by the wrist. And started taking me towards one side of the room.
"No no Reddy Garu please not there."
I tried to resist, seeing what he wanted to do. He wanted to have me in sight of the laborers. Show off to them his much younger mistress. And get a rise from exposing me.
But he ignored my pleas and soon I was bent over facing the window and making eye contact with the two working men as they watched my swinging tits.
This went on for about ten minutes and the laborers got a great private peep show at my expense. Thankfully they did not have phones to record it.
I quickly swallowed the shame in this situation and gave in to enjoying the sex itself. Just closed my eyes and focused on the feelings from my cunt radiating all over my body. I started vocally responding a lot too.
Then he threw me on the bed and propped my ass up on a couple of pillows. And then drilled my cunt down vertically making me cum hard again a couple of times. My husband even at his most virile couldn't make me feel this way. Reddy Garu's pitch had not been wrong!
He fucked me for an hour that day. Like he was chasing a goal. I had my eyes closed for most of it, lost in a fog of pleasure. I had done bungee jumping once. This felt like a high more intense that kept going.
"Open your mouth."
He finally said pulling my head to his dick after removing it from inside me. He sprayed sperm right into it and on my face. I ran to the bathroom, naked, noticing that Sabah was standing at the other end of the hall.
