Hi, my name is Rahul and I present you my first erotic story.

I am 26 years old, a South Indian brahmin, and had changed jobs and relocated from Chennai to Bangalore. I work in an IT company in the electronic city and didn’t want to travel much. But my cousin lived on BG road so she insisted I find a place near her home so we could meet during weekends and if possible, even during weekdays.

My cousin had a toddler, my nephew with whom I used to have a lot of fun playing, so even though my travel time increased, I decided to find a place near her home.

I got a 1 BHK in an apartment complex about 1 km away from my cousin’s place and about 16 km from my workplace. It was a small gated community with two towers of 8 stories each.

One had 1 and 2 BHK while the other had 2 and 3 BHKs. The basic amenities like a swimming pool, half basketball court, a badminton court, and a gym with a sauna room were also present. It also had a walking track along the perimeter of the building.

My house was on the 3rd floor which had two, 1 BHK apartments on one side and opposite to it was a 2 BHK apartment. It was a semi-furnished apartment, so I had to buy most of the stuff.

I was new to the city and didn’t know where to buy all the stuff. I could have simply asked my cousin which I was going to do anyway but decided to use this opportunity to get to know my neighbors.

I rang the doorbell of my next-door 1 BHK neighbor which had a nameplate outside their house which read “Nupur Singh &Simran Singh.”

The door opened and a beautiful, fair-skinned woman in salwar kameez was standing in front of me. She didn’t have a dupatta on, which gave me an amazing view of her big boobs.

I was 5’10” and she was almost my height probably a couple of inches shorter. Her hair was loose and she had them in the front on either side which ended probably on her nipples. She had a few white hairs and was probably 35-40 years old.

I was speechless for a few seconds admiring her beauty. Beautiful face with sharp features with dimples on her cheeks as she smiled, she reminded me of a slimmer version of South Indian actress Kiran. She spoke first, breaking the silence.

Nupur:- Hello! Who are you?
Me:- Hi, I am Rahul. I just moved from Chennai to Bangalore. I am your new neighbor.

Nupur:- Ohh, Nice to meet you. My name is Nupur. So, have you settled down?

Me:- Not really. I am new to B’lore and don’t know much about the area. I thought I could use some help and came over.

Nupur:- Ok, there is a mall just 1 km from here. You will find everything that you need over there. It will be easier as you can find everything in one place itself.

Me:- Oh thanks. And I also wanted to ask about milk and paper delivery.
Nupur:- I will give you the number of my newspaper guy. Milk, we order online via an app you can use that.

Me:- Thank you. That’s very kind of you.

Nupur:- Come in. I was just making tea.

Me:- It’s ok aunty. I need to buy a lot of stuff and must get going. I don’t even have a bed. I will come tomorrow.
Nupur:- Sure. No problem. Welcome to the apartment.

I left and went back home to calm my dick which was erect on just seeing her. I masturbated thinking of her mouth moving up and down my dick as that was the only hole that I had seen till now. I thought I was in love with Nupur.

Once I was done, I left for my cousin’s home and we went to the mall to buy the required items. I bought a queen-sized mattress and decided it will lay it on the floor itself so no bed.

I bought cleaning types of equipment, a fridge, and a washing machine and utensils, and Tupperware boxes for kitchen use. Most of the items would be delivered only on the next day except the bed along with bed sheets and pillow.

My cousin took me to a local furniture showroom and there I bought a cupboard and a single couch and a couple of bean bags and a dining table for four.

I had dinner at my cousin’s place, her husband had gone to Mysore on a work-related issue. She asked me to stay back but just as I was about to agree the mattress guy called me and said he was waiting below my building.

I had brought my bike from Chennai which was going to be my primary mode of transport. I excused myself and went back home with the things that we bought.

I and two people carried the mattress to my floor. While I was opening the door, my neighbor’s door opened, and out came Nupur.

Nupur:- Ohh so you bought all the stuff.
Me:- Yes. Just a minute, I will keep everything in and come back.
Nupur:- Sure.

I directed the guys to keep the mattress in the bedroom and paid each of them 50 rupees and got rid of them. I came outside thinking whether Nupur was actually waiting for me.

Me:- Hi. I thought you would have left.
Nupur:- No..No. I wanted to know did you get everything or not?
Me:- Yes. I got a fridge, a washing machine, a cupboard, and a couch. They will be delivered tomorrow.

Just as I finished, a beautiful girl walked right up to us and stood beside Nupur. She looked like a carbon copy with smaller boobs, longer hair, and a slimmer figure.

She was taller than Nupur probably the same height as me. She was wearing a t-shirt and pajamas with her hair tied up in a ponytail. I looked at her puzzled. Nupur probably sensed it and began to introduce us.

Nupur:- This is my daughter Simran. She is doing engineering, final year.

There was a hint of pride in her voice.

Me:- Hi, I am Rahul your new neighbor.

Simran:- Hi, So what do you do?
Me:- I work in an IT company.

Simran:- Where?
Me:- Electronic city.

Simran:- You rented a house here. This far off?
Me:- Yes. My cousin stays about a km away. She insisted that I stay close.

Nupur:- I thought you were new here. Why did you need my help then?

Me:- Oh, I am new to B’lore. My cousin got married a couple of years ago and she shifted to B’lore. I was staying at her place for a week before finding this apartment. She left for Mysore yesterday for a few days so I asked you for help.

Simran:- Where are you from?
Me:- Chennai. I did my engineering from there and worked for 4 years over there. I got a better job here.

Simran:- I got my campus interviews next semester. Can you help me with them?
Me:- Sure, no issues.

We spoke for 5 more minutes and then bid good night and went home. As soon as I entered my home, I went to the bathroom and freed my dick from my jeans and masturbated again thinking about Nupur and Simran!

I came out after jerking off and set up the things I bought. I hung the curtains and started to think. If Nupur is the mother and Simran is the daughter and there are only two names on the door then where is the husband/father?

Was Nupur a divorcee or a widow? My feelings for Nupur just got stronger as I knew she was single. I shagged off again thinking about the beautiful next-door MILF before going to sleep.

The next day was Saturday. I got up early and went to my cousin’s place. Her husband was back from Mysore that morning. She helped me in getting a gas connection.

I came back home and got all my delivery by evening. I set up my home. Nupur had come to help but I told her that I could handle it on my own. She again came to my home at night and asked me to come for lunch the next day. I agreed and ordered some dinner for myself.

I was too tired and went to sleep as soon as I hit the bed. I woke up the next day, made tea, and went to the balcony with the newspaper. I sat on the bean bag and was reading my paper.

Nupur:- Hi, Good morning.

I looked up to find Nupur in a loose t-shirt and tight leggings looking fresh with her hair tied up in a bun. She was on her balcony. Both our balconies were next to each other with about 4-5 feet gap between them.

Me:- Hi, How are you?
Nupur:- I am good. It’s just 6:30. I didn’t take you like a morning person. I don’t see many young people wake up so early. Simran doesn’t get up before 8.

Me:- It’s a childhood habit for me. I get up by 6 every day and what do you mean by young people? You are young yourself.
Nupur:- I am 45. I am not young.

Me:- No way. You look much younger.
Nupur:- Thank you.

We both smiled and she got her yoga mat which was kept at a corner in the balcony and spread it on the floor.

Me:- You do yoga?
Nupur:- Yes. Why?

Me:- So, that is the secret for your beauty.
Nupur:- Haha might be. It keeps me healthy. Are you trying to flirt?

Me:- Oh no, aunty. Just giving a compliment.
Nupur:- Thank you.

My beautiful next-door MILF started with her yoga and I went back to reading the newspaper. She was facing me and doing Surya namaskar. When she bent, I got a view of her massive cleavage through her loose V-neck tee shirt.

Her breasts as fair as milk were held by a black bra. I was mesmerized by the view and my dick started to rise along with the morning sun. I had the paper in hand and kept looking at her moves and would occasionally get glimpses of her boobs.

She was done in half an hour and went back into her home before reminding me to be at her place for lunch. I nodded in agreement and went straight to the bathroom.

I had lunch with Nupur and Simran and learned that Simran’s dad had died about 10 years ago due to cancer. She was 11 at that time. They were actually quite affluent and lived in a 4 BHK apartment.

Nupur sold the place after 3 years of her husband’s death and shifted to this 1 BHK which was enough for the two of them and the rest of the money was in her savings. She tried to get a job but had no prior job experience as she never worked and after graduating got married at the age of 22. We had a fun time.

Both these ladies were making it hard to keep my erection in check. I definitely was in love with Nupur, the sexy, beautiful, big breasted neighbour MILF. Her daughter was no less but Nupur had an upper hand.

Things went by smoothly and I had adjusted to the new normal in Bangalore. It had been 3 months since I moved here. I was a good cook and usually cooked for both mother and daughter at least once a week.

Simran, thanks to my help, had landed a job in her campus interview. I would spend most of the weekend at my cousin’s place playing with my toddler nephew.

Just to impress my next-door MILF Nupur, who was not a fitness freak but gave importance to fitness, I started going to the gym whenever I could. I also started getting yoga classes from Nupur on the balcony.

I would do exactly as she guided me, while me being on my balcony and she on hers. I would ogle at her during that time, get glimpses of her cleavage, and every day after our yoga session would calm myself in the bathroom.

It was a Wednesday and I came back home at around 2:30 as I had a severe headache and took a half day’s leave. As I stepped out of the elevator, a man probably in his mid 50’s came out of Nupur’s home and entered the lift.

Nupur was standing at the door. I smiled at her but she didn’t respond. Her hair was all over the place, her kameez was crumpled and was out of place due to which I could see the left side part of her stomach.

My sexy next-door MILF wasn’t looking happy. She just didn’t respond to my smile and closed the door. My head was killing me so I didn’t bother to ask her anything and went into my home had a tablet and went to sleep.

In the evening when I woke up, I felt good and remembered what had happened as I entered my apartment. I had to see Nupur and ask her what was wrong.

So I went to her home, Nupur allowed me in and was very normal as if nothing had happened. I thought of letting go of the matter as it was none of my business but I just couldn’t control my curiosity. I loved this woman and I wanted to know what had happened.

Me:- Are you alone?
Nupur:- Yes. Simran’s at her friend’s place for project work.

Me:- Are you ok?
Nupur:- Yes, of course. Why?

Me:- No, you didn’t seem ok today afternoon when I came home.
Nupur:- Nothing like that.

Me:- Don’t lie. Who was that man? Did he do something to you? You clearly were sad, please tell me. You once said I had become a dear friend in a very short time. Let me help you, Nupur aunty. Please tell me what happened.

Her smile vanished and her eyes went moist.

Nupur:- Please don’t ask me anything about it.
Me:- No. You are hurting and I want to help you. Please tell me what happened. You can trust me.

After a while of silence, she started to speak.

Nupur:- The guy you saw was my husband’s friend and his business partner. His name is Avinash. Before my husband died, most of the money was spent on his treatment. After his death, Avinash took over the business and gave us compensation of 50 lakhs. I sold the house and bought this smaller house so that we could have enough savings.

I even tried to get a job but couldn’t. A year after my husband’s death, Avinash had come to visit me asking if I needed any help. I said I was fine but he kept probing and finally offered me a deal. He said that the saving won’t last forever and that I needed a steady income stream and all I had to do was sleep with him.

Me:- And you agreed?

Nupur:- No. I objected, abused, and slapped him and asked him to leave. But his words kept coming back to me. I had to fund Simran’s education, her swimming classes, dance classes, badminton classes, college, and then her marriage.

I was worried what if we ran out of money? I was helpless. A month later, I reached out to him and we struck an agreement. He would pay me 50k a month and I allowed him to fuck me.

At first, it felt very bad but then I missed having sex, so why not? I started enjoying it. He has been fucking me for 8-9 years now.

Me:- He comes every day?

Nupur:- He used to fuck me on weekdays when Simran was at school but nowadays he is getting old, so he comes around 2-3 times a week.

Me:- And he ill-treats you. That is why you were sad in the afternoon.

Nupur:- Sometimes he does but that is not why I was sad. I told him that I no longer needed his money and he should stop coming over as Simran has got a job and will be joining in the next 8 months.

He got mad and told me that I was his whore and will always be. He makes me sick nowadays. I just want this to end.

Me:- I feel sorry for you.

Nupur:- Please don’t tell this to anyone. I don’t have many friends and you came as a breath of fresh air. After my daughter, it is you that I trust the most at the moment.

Me:- You can trust me, aunty. But I have an idea to help you get out of this situation.

Nupur:- It’s fine. I will handle it.

Me:- No aunty, I just need to help you. Please, I can get you out. You just said you trust me. Let me help.

Nupur:- Ok, I am listening.

Me:- Is he married?

Nupur:- Yes. He has a son and a daughter

Me:- Good. Fuck him one last time.

Nupur:- How will that help?

Me:- I will get a few spy cameras and fix them in your hall and bedroom. Act as if you are not interested anymore.

Show no emotions, don’t give in easily. Make it look like he is forcing you. Everything will be recorded with audio. Did he make an electronic payment or pay you in cash?

Nupur:- He puts the money in my account.

Me:- Just tell him that you have recorded him forcing you and that you, and that he has been blackmailing you all these years and paying you to keep your mouth shut.

If he doesn’t stop, then you will tell everything to his wife, children, and even to the police. Tell him you that you have given one of the copies of the tape to your friend and if he tries to harm you or Simran, the friend will give it to the cops.”

Nupur:- You will have a copy?

Me:- Yes, but I won’t watch.

Nupur:- Hahaha, I wouldn’t mind you watching. (with a naughty smile.)

Me:- Really?

Nupur:- Just kidding. So when should I call him?

Me:- Don’t call him. I will fix the cameras by tomorrow and let him come whenever he wants to. The camera will have a remote control so as he enters you can switch it on and start recording. I will go out now and get a couple of cameras and tomorrow before going to the office I will install them.

Nupur:- Ok.

Me:- Let him go. You can confront him later. Simran won’t know any of it.

Nupur:- Thanks a lot, Rahul. I really appreciate what you are doing.

I just smiled and got up to leave. She kissed me on my cheeks, hugged, and bid me goodbye. I was more focused on helping her so the hug and kiss didn’t have much impact on my dick.

Next Monday, I came back from the office at about 9. The sexy next-door MILF Nupur knocked on my door after about half an hour. She had come over with some sweets that she had made.

Nupur:- It’s done.

Me:- He came today?
Nupur:- Yes. But I don’t want to save the video on our laptop. Can you come tomorrow and take the cameras?

Me:- Ok, I will come tomorrow morning to your place, take the camera and copy the recording and give you a copy on a pen drive. You can show it to him when he comes the next time and put an end to it.

Nupur:- Thank you for everything, Rahul. Don’t watch it.
Me:- You said I can!
Nupur:- No, I was joking. I don’t want you to see me naked.

Me:- It’s not like I will start loving you, which I already do.
Nupur:- What?
Me:- Nothing. I will give you a copy tomorrow.

She gave me a wicked smile and left. The next morning, I got the cameras from her place and kept them at my home, and left for the office. I came back late and started downloading the video.

I wanted to watch the video. I was desperate to see the woman I had fallen in love, naked and that was what I did.

Nupur:- What are you doing here? I told you I don’t want this anymore.
Avinash:- And I told you that it will be over when I say so. You are my whore. Get naked, I don’t have much time.

Avinash pulled her kameez from the front and exposed her boobs. He tore her bra and freed her boobs. I was dumbstruck by the size of her boobs. They didn’t look that big when she had her bra and kameez. They were as big as pornstar Ava Adams.

He crushed her boobs and made them red and started to suck on her nipples.

Nupur:- Avinash..Ah..

Avinash untied the knot on her pajamas and dragged them down to her legs. He picked her up and threw her on the couch and removed his pants and got on top of her.

He lifted one of her legs and started inserting his dick in her pussy. Her body was a work of art. All that yoga ensured she didn’t have any fat. He fucked her for 5 minutes and cummed in her.

Then he got up, dressed, took out some cash from his wallet, and threw it on her.

Avinash:- You are my whore. Remember that.

He left the place. Nupur got up and stopped the recording. I was furious when the video ended. I just made a copy of it on a pen drive to give it to Nupur.

The next morning before going to the office, I went and saw Nupur.

Me:- Here is a copy. End it.
Nupur:- Did you watch it?
Me:- Yes.

Nupur:- Did you like what you saw?
Me:- NOOO!!! How could you even ask me that?

Nupur:- You are a good guy, Rahul.
Me:- Hmmm. I got to go. I will see you later.

As I was about to leave, she for the second time, kissed me on my cheeks and thanked me again. That evening when I came back, Nupur told me that she has ended it.

Nupur:- I did it, Rahul.
Me:- Really? It’s done?

Nupur:- Yes, he won’t bother me or my daughter ever again. I showed him the video and told him that I will show it to his wife and the cops. I warned him about a copy being with my friend and that he should stay away from us.

Me:- What did he say?
Nupur:- He was angry at first. Then he realized he didn’t have a choice. He apologized and went away.

Me:- That is great, Nupur.
Nupur:- Thanks for everything, Rahul.

She tried to kiss me on my cheek again but accidentally ended up kissing me on my lips. She realized it immediately and pulled away. She gave a shy smile, said sorry, and went away.

I was too happy with what was happening. I was in love with this woman and age wasn’t going to stop me from being with her.

To be continued.