I am a 23-year-old guy living in Mumbai, Maharashtra. I live in a society of bungalows. I was studying in one of the medical colleges of Mumbai. The bungalow in front of mine had been uninhabited for many years.
During the summer of 2016, a family moved into the bungalow. The family consisted of a couple in their mid-30s and their small child. My family welcomed them into the society. We also invited them over for dinner that weekend.
That weekend, I became well acquainted with them. The manâs name was Manoj (name changed). He was working in real estate. His wife captured my attention. Her name was Mansi (name changed). She was currently studying to get her Ph.D.
She captured my attention because she had a great personality. She was phenomenal. She was very witty and could win any argument. I enjoyed talking to her. I never expected to be so friendly with a woman who was 7-10 years older to me. Their daughter was 5 years old. She was going to start school.
Few months pass by. I would occasionally greet them whenever we met. Sometimes Mansi would come home to chat with my mother. Out families went out for dinner a couple of times. It would be correct to say that Mansi and my mother had become good friends.
Things changed when the local gym I was going to shut down suddenly. It was frustrating for me. Because the gym management did not give any prior notice. Suddenly it was closed with a regular âSorry for inconvenienceâ notice. On reaching home my dad told to go talk to our neighbor Manoj as he knew the gym management well.
I immediately went to their house and rang the bell. I was waiting for a few seconds. I noticed their car wasnât in the parking lot. Thinking they werenât home I thought about ringing the doorbell once again and then leaving. I rang the doorbell again when I heard Mansi from inside âComing.â
She opened the door. I was mildly surprised as she was panting slightly. I greeted her. âHi, Mansi! I was hoping to talk to Manoj. The gym shut down. Wanted to know if Manoj has any idea about the gym reopening.â
As I was talking to her I noticed she had not buttoned up her kurta and her deep cleavage was visible. My brain froze! This for the first time I had seen her cleavage. She asked me to come inside. And she said, â Manoj isnât home.â
She said some other things, but I couldnât hear anything. I was mesmerized by her. Looking at her deep cleavage brought out the young horny side of me. I started noticing her physical appearance more and more.
Suddenly she said, âHey! Are you having a stroke!â And laughed. I was taken aback but regained my concentration. She told me how she didnât know anything about the gym. She said that she would message me when her husband got back. We exchanged phone numbers and I returned home.
Immediately in like 2-3 minutes, she messaged me, âHiâ. I was surprised but I wanted to talk to her. I was excited. I had just seen a deep cleavage. I had noticed her perfect hourglass figure. I had noticed her breasts and her incredible ass. Why wouldnât I talk back to her? We started chatting.
âHey! Long-time no see!âŚlol.â
She replied with a lol emoji. I really had no idea what to talk about, so I asked her whatever came to my head.
âI noticed you were panting when you answered the doorbell. Are you okay?â She replied, âYeah no Iâm fine. I was just busy working out.â
We spoke a lot about general stuff. I was just happy to talk to her. All the while, I had a raging boner. I wondered if she knew her cleavage was visible and how I was checking the fuck out of her. We spoke almost every day after that day. We would enjoy talking to each other.
On one lucky night, she messaged me around 11 pm. I was a little shocked. I immediately replied back. We started talking. I didnât want any trouble so I just casually asked about her husband.
âIs Manoj at home? I donât want any problems for you.â She replied with a wink emoji and said â Of course not. Heâs never at home.â âOh! Sorry. I just wanted to make sure. Didnât want any issues.â âHow very thoughtful of you. Donât worry. I donât talk to you if heâs at home.â
I was thrilled. Having such a Hot Milf talking to me when her husband isnât at home, was just amazing. This was my first time I was having a proper conversation with a MILF. My cock was engorged with blood standing erect. My brain was in the fast mode.
All erotic thoughts of Mansi and I were flooding my head. I felt like just masturbating to her. But just then she messaged, âHey where did you go?â I was horny like hell. So, I threw caution to the wind. âWas lost in your beauty. Was staring at your DP.â
âHaha. Donât lie. You were doing much more than that right?â (wink) This is the wit that she always had. She would always reply in a witty response.
âHaha. Can you blame me?â I responded. She asked. âWhat would your girlfriend think?â âI donât have a girlfriend.â She was surprised. She asked â Really? How come a smart handsome guy like you is single?â
I decided to see how far I could go. I replied, âBecause I like older women.â My heart was pounding! I was curious how she would reply. I was slightly afraid too. What if she gets upset and doesnât talk to me. But her reply was assuring. âHaha! Do you have anyone in mind?â
My next response was crucial. I was contemplating saying, âIâm talking to her.â But that was too direct. I decided to play around a little. I replied, âI have a list.â She was hooked now. âWaah. You have a list. But I should have expected it from a stud like you.â
I was high now. My cock was oozing precum. I thought I would bust my nut without even touching it. Such a hot milf called me a stud. I was thinking to what extent can I take this. I didnât want to lose this. I didnât want to take extreme steps and fuck it up.
At the same time, I knew there was a limit. I didnât have high hopes. I decided to progress in baby steps. I started to send her naughty messages, naughty jokes and all. She responded positively to each.
I wanted to know what she was wearing. Wanted to know if she was as turned on as me. Wanted to know what she was doing. I imagined various scenarios in my head. Imagined her lying on the bed rubbing her clit, playing with her amazing breasts and went to the extent of imagining her playing with a dildo. (When Iâm horny my imagination goes wild and far-fetchedâŚ.lol).
But I didnât say anything to her. I was scared that she would think I crossed the limit and stop everything. At least now Iâm getting some flirting. But soon this stopped because her husband returned. We said goodbye and I slept after masturbating.
I must have taken like 15 seconds to ejaculate because I was so turned on. Even after ejaculation, I was still horny. But I decided against masturbating a lot and slept with a big boner.
After that night we would have only naughty discussions. We would send each other naughty gifs and all. I would literally Google stuff and then send it to her. I started watching a lot of Milf porn too. I would imagine her and masturbate at least 1/day.
A few days after that night marked another milestone in our relationship. I was watching a TV series when she sent me 5-7 pics of herself! She was wearing a nightgown and drinking wine. I was speechless. I mean what the fuck!
I had never expected this. The pics were not revealing, or she was posing like a pornstar in them. But a MILF sending you selfies!! I mean I never had the luxury of that before. I replied immediately, âWow! You look amazing! But why are you drinking alone?â
She said, âI am alone. Husband has gone out of town for a few days. My daughter is with my parents for a month.â
I pressed, âSorry to hear you are alone. But now we can talk whenever we want!â She liked that a lot. âYes! We can! We can even discuss that list. I really want to know more about it.â
A part of me wanted to just throw caution to the wind and go on to sexting. But I realized she was a little drunk. What if in future it comes to bite me in the ass? She could say she was drunk.
She could say I should have behaved myself. Not take advantage of her when she isnât in the right state. That seemed more appropriate. So, I decided to stop this. I asked her, âAre you okay? Or are high?â
She replied, âI am pretty high. âI was disheartened. Because now even if she wanted something, it wasnât right on my part. I decided to stick to flirting. â How about next time You donât drink alone? You have a friend right across your house.â
She laughed and said alright and we flirted a little more. Then I think she became too drunk because I started to get gibberish messages. I told her she needed to sleep. I wished her goodnight.
The next day I got a text from her in the afternoon saying she needed to talk to me. I was a little excited. I knew I hadnât pushed my limit because I hadnât gone forward or even initiated sexting. Maybe she wanted to thank me.
Well, you will know what happened in the next part!
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