Priya had captivating eyes and a pretty smile. The thirty-something West Indian woman had big, perfect breasts and long, sexy legs that led to small, cute feet. She dressed well, but conservative. She still had a bit of a belly that she never lost after she gave birth. Her hair was shoulder length. Over the years that Matthew had known his wife's sister, Priya had taken a larger role in his thoughts. When she called the home and he happened to answer the phone, he enjoyed the sound of her voice and subtle but sexy accent. This past year she had moved to the suburbs - in the very same neighborhood as he and his wife. From that point on, he would see her a couple of times a week. From that point on, he jerked off about her every day.
Priya didn't show a lot of skin, but what little she showed, left an impression. Such as when she would stretch her hands over her head to slip on her coat, her sweater would lift up enough to give a one-inch glimpse of her belly. The smooth, light-brown skin of her stomach. A teasing glance of her stretch marks was enough to get his heart pounding. He could count on one hand how many times he saw her wearing shorts. Those times are ingrained in his mind. Her long legs were flawless and smooth. Other than hands, neck and face, her feet represented the only parts of Priya's body that Matthew saw on a regular basis. She was not really one for socks and she almost always had her toenails polished.
He was attracted to her the most when she wore eyeliner. Priya did not wear makeup often, but there were those family gatherings where she did wear eyeliner and it made her gorgeous eyes that much more beautiful.
Matthew and Priya were friends. They enjoyed each other's company. She was attracted to him as well. It was his confidence and intelligence that attracted her. Her husband, Raj, was...in a word...dumb. In another word - unmotivated.
These events took place over the course of several months. It was several years (most of them married) before anything happened with Priya. It took a few months of living in the same neighborhood before Matthew and Priya began to talk outside of the typical get together. Meaning, Zoe always instigated the visits or phone calls, or Priya would with the purpose of speaking to her sister. Eventually though, Priya and Matthew began to talk to each other. He was self-employed and worked from home.
Their spouses worked out of the house, while they remained at home - her because she was taking a few years off for her young child. She was lonely, used to having a ton of family around. Now she just had her toddler at home with her during the day and a non-talkative, unmotivated husband at night. She began to look forward to the brief phone conversations that she had almost daily with Matthew. After a couple of weeks, they began a ritual of having lunch together on Wednesdays. Soon, she was dropping by an additional day or two per week - just for an hour or so, to have conversation and human contact.
One day, a Thursday afternoon, she was over with her child. Matthew was working in the office while Priya sat in the next room on one couch. The child sat on the other couch watching a kid's cartoon. Bored, and needing a break, Matthew wandered out of the office and sat down next to his sister-in-law. She looked amazing with her hair down over her shoulders.
"Done for the day?" Priya asked with a pretty smile. She looked so beautiful he almost forgot to answer. He had wanted her so badly lately that it hurt. He knew it was wrong. Unbelievably wrong. He was married to her sister! But his lust for this woman had been smoldering for years and instead of easing it only continued to grow. Priya was dressed casually in a pink sweater that was quite loose and hid most of her upper figure, typical of what she usually wore. Her ample breasts looked barely noticeable in that shirt. Her long legs were wrapped in brown corduroy, and this was a rare occasion in which she wore socks.
"Nope!" he answered, taking a little too long to do so. "Just bored. I need a break."
"I see, I see." Priya replied. He looked over at the child. The toddler was fast asleep. Priya caught his glance and smiled.
"The little one is asleep." she said, her sexy accent barely apparent. "We can get rade of the kids show!" She chuckled, picking up the remote off the coffee table and began flipping the channels. His heart beat quickly, just from the way her accent said the word 'rid' as 'rade'. As she flipped, some football highlights appeared - and she flipped right past them.
"Hey!" Matthew exclaimed. "Flip back!"
"Oh no!" Priya laughed. He loved her smile. She had this subtle overbite that made her teeth just a tiny bit pronounced. It was the perfect little flaw to make a pretty face more beautiful. He playfully grabbed for the remote, smiling. She held it with both hands and moved it to the other side of her body, falling back on the couch a little. It was just too perfect. If he didn't take advantage of a situation like this, he never would.
He grabbed for it again, laughing. He had to reach over her, but his hand managed to get a hold of the end of the remote. She had a firm grip, though, and actually pulled it further back. He added to the momentum by half falling over her. Priya was lying on the couch with her feet still on the floor, her hands holding the remote above her head, giggling. He was draped over her, conscious of where every inch of his body touched hers. His hand still held the top of the remote, and his face was mere inches from hers.
Matthew looked into her eyes. Dark and beautiful, those eyes. Placing one hand on her hip as if to brace himself, he reached higher above her head for a better grip on the remote, smiling down at her. In the process, his face conveniently moved closer to hers. His eyes and her eyes were just an inch or two apart.
"We are not watching football." Priya said with a chuckle, blinking at him. His gaze briefly went down to her lips. Her full, succulent lips that exposed the white of her teeth in a smile.
