A hot view from my window
Hello! Welcome to part two of the story. Please read part one for context.
A week later, I took a day off from work on the day we had decided to meet. After my flatmate left, I called her. She told me her husband had also left home, and she’ll come to my flat in half an hour. I left the front door open and waited for her.
She came at about 10am dressed in a burqa and hijab. Only her eyes could be seen. As soon as she entered, I closed the door. She went to the middle of the living room and removed her burqa and her hijab. She was wearing a different bright red saree which had a lot of Zari work. It was draped beautifully around her curvy body, and it revealed her glowing belly and cute navel.
“Wow! You look very hot!” I said, resisting the strong desire to hug her.
She put one hand inside her blouse and pulled out a small packet. She gave the packet to me and told me to open it. I opened it and to my surprise I found a packet of Bindi’s, Mangalsutra and a box of Sindhoor.
“Do you want to be my wife?” I asked and took the Mangalsutra from her hand.
“I want to be your wife, at least when we are together,” she said and took a step closer to me.
“Where did you get all the items from?” I asked, putting it around her neck.
“I bought it from a small shop. It’s not real gold,” she said.
I pressed the clasp of the Mangalsutra behind her neck. I adjusted the Mangalsutra on her chest and placed it on top of the saree. I kept a bindi on her forehead and put Sindhoor in the middle partition of her hair. I took a step back and looked at her. She looked like a beautiful Hindu bride dressed in a red saree, with bindi and Sindhoor on her forehead, a Mangalsutra around her neck and bangles on her wrists.
“You are so beautiful,” I said and moved closer to her.
She smiled with a bit of shyness and asked, “Do you like Hindu women? Why do you want to see me dressed like a Hindu bride?”
“I don’t know. I think I like all women. I like the way Hindu brides look,” I said.
I gazed into her light brown eyes and held her slim waist. I gently caressed the left side of her waist which was not covered by the saree. I took her in my arms and felt her soft breasts and belly pressing against me. I moved closer and kissed her sweet lips. She closed her eyes and kissed me. I locked her lower lip between my lips and sucked it gently. I swept my tongue on her lips, parted them and slid the tip of my tongue inside her mouth. I moved my tongue against the tip of her tongue and tasted her. She tasted fresh. I slowly darted my tongue inside her mouth, and she responded by gently moving her tongue around my tongue. I moved my right hand to the front and caressed the smooth skin of her waist and belly. I rubbed her navel with my thumb, and she moaned softly. I moved my hand up and cupped her left breast. I squeezed her breast and kissed her, longing to be inside her.
I broke the kiss and said, “Let’s go to the bedroom.”
She nodded. I let her walk ahead of me and admired her beautiful figure. Her hips swayed from side to side, and her butt cheeks bounced one after the other. I grabbed the side of her slim waist and pressed my crotch on her ass as we walked slowly. She laughed, and I kissed the side of her neck. We stopped near the bed and I quickly removed my clothes.
I stood in front of her, looked into her eyes and planted a kiss on her lips. I moved the saree from her blouse and removed the first hook of her blouse. She removed the other hooks and removed her blouse. The sight of her large, fair breasts, partially visible through the red lace bra, was amazing.
“They are so beautiful,” I said and moved closer to her.
She smiled and put her hands behind. She unhooked her blouse and removed her bra.
Mind blown by her beautiful full breasts, I cupped them in my hands and squeezed them. They swelled, and her nipples hardened. I bent and rubbed my face on her breasts and nipples. I kissed her breasts and sucked her nipples one after the other.
After sucking her breasts till I was satisfied, I sat on the side of the bed and called her. She came to me and stood between my legs. I put my arms around her hips and kissed her navel. Then I rubbed my face on her belly and lay the left side of my face on her belly. She stroked my hair, and we bonded for a moment. Then, I moved my head back a bit and kissed her belly a few more times before I moved back and turned her around. I lifted her saree and petticoat above her buttocks. She was wearing red lace panties. I was mind-blown by her beauty again. I kissed and rubbed my face on her buttocks through her panties. Then, I pulled her panties down to her knees, rubbed my face on her bare ass cheeks, kissed, licked and bit the soft flesh. She laughed. I spread her ass cheeks and dug my face in the crack of her ass. I kissed her anus and licked it. She just laughed and pushed her ass back on my face. I moved down and looked at her vagina. Her pubic hair was neatly trimmed to only about 4mm. It looked wet, and the aroma was exotic. I put my tongue out, licked her pussy lips, tasted her juice and immediately fell in love with it. I moved back and said, “Lie down on the bed.”
Holding her saree and petticoat above her hips, she climbed the bed and lay on her back. She bent her knees and spread her legs apart. I got onto the bed, facing her, and knelt between her legs. I bent over and dug in between her inner thighs. I kissed her pussy lips, covered it with my mouth and stuck my tongue inside the slick pussy hole. I sucked juice from her succulent pussy while licking juice from inside the pussy hole. She stroked my hair and moaned softly. I ate her pussy for about ten minutes. I didn’t want to stop eating her juicy pussy, but my dick longed for the comforting embrace of her cunt.
I moved back from her pussy and looked at her. She smiled at me and asked, “Do you want me to suck you?”
For a second, I didn’t understand her, but when she looked at my cock, I realised she wanted to suck it. I thought it was a great idea. I stood up on the bed, moved forward and knelt on the bed, astride her with my legs apart. She was below me, between my legs, and my cock was pointing at her mouth. She opened her mouth, put her tongue out and rolled her pink tongue around my pink cockhead. Then she moved her head forward, letting my cock slide into her mouth. Taking my cock fully inside her mouth, she closed her mouth and sucked. She sucked again and again, and I loved it. Her mouth felt warm, wet and tight like her vagina as she sucked, but I felt an urgent need to fuck and release my cum inside her womb. So, I gently pulled my cock out of her mouth and moved back.
I lay on top of her, lifting myself a little above her with the support of my elbows on the bed. I lowered my bottom and felt the opening of her pussy on the tip of my cock. I pushed slowly, and my cock glided smoothly inside her pussy. When my cock was fully inside her, I lay on top of her and kissed her lips. She embraced my cock, squeezing it inside her vagina. Slowly, I pulled my cock out and pushed it back inside her. I squeezed her breasts, kissed her lips and began moving my cock in and out of her love hole again and again. As pleasure intensified, I stopped kissing and squeezing her breasts and focused on fucking. After about three minutes of rapid fucking, I ejaculated inside her cunt.
After I was done, I rolled over and lay next to her. We relaxed and talked about her husband first. She told me her husband doesn’t do the things I did…eating her pussy and ass. I told her I love the taste of her pussy juice. She couldn’t believe someone could like the taste of it. I touched her pussy lips and swiped juice with my fingers. I moved my hands to her mouth and said, “Taste it.”
She closed her mouth and shook her head.
I put one of my fingers in my mouth and sucked. “I love the taste.” I assured her and kept a finger near her mouth. She didn’t open her mouth, so I rubbed the juice on her lower lips. She slowly put her tongue out and licked her lips.
“Like it?” I asked.
She just gazed at me with a shy smile. I swiped more juice from her pussy and rubbed it on her lips. Then we kissed, tasting her juice together.
After a passionate kiss, I swiped more juice from her pussy and put my fingers inside her mouth. She licked her juice and my cum from my fingers and acquired the taste of our cum.
The foreplay had made my cock very hard and her pussy had swollen and become wet. I asked her in which positions she liked to have sex. She said she liked the cowgirl position, doggystyle position and missionary position. So, I suggested that we should have sex in the cowgirl position. She smiled and said she was very happy she had met me, who could make her dreams come true. I assured her that the feeling was mutual.
I lay on my back. She straddled me and took my cock inside her pussy. She sat on me and began riding. She moved front and back fast and massaged her clit on my crotch furiously. I grabbed her bouncing breasts and played with them…squeezing and massaging her swollen breasts and pinching and rolling her swollen nipples between my fingers. She squeezed my cock shaft inside her cunt and continued riding. I gave in to the intense milking of my cock inside her cunt and ejaculated without realising she was also climaxing. Then when my cock was bathed with cock and pussy milk, I knew the ritual was complete. She lay on top of me, laughing and covered with sweat.
After she finished, she rolled over and lay next to me. She turned towards me and put a hand on my chest and a leg on my legs. I looked at her. The red saree was shabbily wrapped around her and she looked like a stunning bride who had been thoroughly fucked. But I was not done with her. I looked at her face. Her eyes were closed, and she looked beautiful. I suddenly felt jealous of her husband. I quickly told myself there’s nothing I can do about it and looked at the wall clock. It was lunchtime. I asked her, “Are you hungry?”
With her eyes still closed, she said, “Yes. I’ll cook food.”
“No. Just relax. I’ll order food online,” I said.
“No, please. I can cook,” she insisted.
“Obey your husband!” I said, in a angry voice.
She opened her eyes and looked at me with a surprised look on her face.
I laughed. “I am joking,” I said.
She caressed my chest and said, “You scared me. You sounded like my husband for a moment.”
“Sorry,” I said and asked, “So what do you want me to order?” I asked.
She told me what she wanted. I ordered the food we wanted. While we waited for the food to be delivered, we had foreplay for some time. Then I got on top of her and penetrated her pussy again. After I was done, I washed and put on clothes. She washed and tidied up her saree.
After the food was delivered, we had lunch together. After lunch, we relaxed for half an hour just chatting. Then we went to the bedroom and had sex again. I lay on my back, and she sat on me with my cock in her pussy. We came together. Then, we had a short nap.
I woke up hearing her voice. She was looking out the window and talking to someone on her phone. She saw me and smiled. She hung up after a minute and said, “It was my husband. He wants me to cook something special today.”
“Why?” I asked.
“It’s our second marriage anniversary,” she said and came close to the bed.
“You don’t have children after two years?” I asked, surprised.
She shrugged. “I think he is impotent, but he is not willing to admit it,” she said.
I looked at the wall clock. It was already 4:30pm. I was afraid she might want to go to her place early to cook something special for her husband. I wanted to taste her one more time before she left. I said, “Come, let’s do it again before you leave.”
She laughed and said, “You have a good sex drive. My husband has zero sex drive.”
I took it as a compliment and said, “Lift your saree and sit on my face.”
“What??!!” she asked and laughed.
“Haven’t you done 69?” I asked.
“No!” she said, lifting her saree.
“I’m surprised. Your husband must really dumb,” I said.
“He is smart but I think something is wrong with him,” she said and climbed the bed.
“Turn around with your back towards me and sit on my face,” I said, giving clear instructions.
She turned around and straddled on my face with her back towards me. I told her to bend over and suck my dick. She did it, and I ate her succulent pusssy and her ass. We ended up cumming in each other’s mouth.
Before she left for the day, she removed her bindi and mangalsutra. She gave the Mangalsutra to me and told me to keep it safe for next time. She wore the burqa and hijab and left my flat at about 6pm.
Then for the next two weeks, she came in the evenings from Monday to Friday and we made love. On the third week she told me she had conceived. I asked her who the father was. She refused to tell me. While she was pregnant, we had a good relationship for 5 months. In the sixth month, she and her husband moved back to Hyderabad.
After she left, I tried to contact her, but she didn’t answer my calls or reply to my messages. I missed her very much. I became determined to find someone like her. After a one-year search, I found a woman like her. Her name is Sameera. We liked eachother and we got married after one year. We had a very happy married life for a few years. Sameera gave birth to two children, a boy and a girl. Everything was going well, then I received a call from Zaira. I nearly cried with happiness when I heard her sweet voice. She told me I was the father of her child and her husband had given her Talaq after finding he was impotent. I told her I still love her, and I will take care of her and our child. She advised me to think carefully and call her.
But I also loved Sameera and my children. So after giving it a deep thought, I bravely confessed about my past to Sameera. To my pleasant surprise, Sameera took it positively and advised me that no woman should be abandoned by her husband or lover. She told me to invite Zaira home for lunch. I had a chat with Zaira about Sameera’s invitation, and she agreed to come home.
Zaira came home for lunch with my son. Sameera, Zaira and our children got along very well and we had a great time.
After the first time they met, Sameera invited Zaira frequently, and by the end of five months, they became inseparable like sisters. And then the unthinkable happened. Sameera, my wife told me Zaira still loved me and I should marry her. I couldn’t believe it. But when I was convinced Sameera was serious, I agreed to marry my first love, Zaira.
Six years after I first met, Zaira, I married her and she gave birth to one more child, a girl. We named her Sara Khan (my surname).
Thanks to the hot view from my bedroom window ten years ago, I am now married to Zaira and her beautiful lookalike, my first wife Sameera. We are now a happy family, but for some reason I keep looking out the window at my neighbours daughter. She is beautiful.