Hi, I am Anita. Today I will be narrating my story of how a newlywed innocent wife turned into a mistress of 3 rich middle aged men. So sit back and relax.
I was married a couple of months back. It was an arranged marriage. My husband (Atharv) is a good looking man. Charming and handsome. I am a slim, fair, long-haired girl with brown eyes. A perfect treat for eyes, always in a saree or a salwar, and loose hair, or with a ribbon sometimes. Exactly like a sanskari bahu. Atharv was an officer at the bank, and was fit, tall and dark. All-in-all, we were a perfect couple.
After the first few days of marriage, we stayed in Atharva’s hometown with his parents. His work was in the local branch in the town. But just about two months later, Atharva was promoted to the main branch in a metropolitan city. Atharva had some problems in finding the right apartment for us. I had a friend in the city and hit her up. I mentioned this problem once to her. She instantly suggested a flat in her society. We decided to check it out. We liked everything about the flat. Even the rent was decent. So, finally we decided to take it. We were on the 6th floor and had good neighbours. Neha lived on the 15th floor. Those were costly apartments. I wondered how she was able to afford it, as she had a decent job and also was single. Anyways, we had a housewarming party and invited some friends.
A few people came, my husband’s friends, colleagues, etc. Neha came too. We had drinks, played a few games, etc. Come evening, everyone started to leave. Finally, it was just me, Neha and my husband. My husband also left in a few minutes, as he had some work in the office, and would be back around night time.
Neha and I were drinking and we started talking. I asked her about her love-life. She casually said she has no interest in getting married, and is done with love affairs. I asked if she has a boyfriend, she laughed and said “haha, I keep changing boyfriends like clothes, lol”. We laughed. She asked me, “What about you? Done the deed with Jijaji yet or not?”, I said “Not yet yaar. We were in a small house until now, crammed with his parents. And they are an old-school traditional type. They don’t believe in a honeymoon or anything. So, we didn’t go anywhere. So, nothing! Now that we have moved here, we have a little bit of breathing space”. We laughed it off. There was still some time for Atharv to return, so we decided to spend some time in her apartment.
We went to the 15th floor to her apartment. When we opened the door to her flat, there was a middle aged man in his pyjamas already in the living room sitting on the sofa and watching TV. I was taken aback, but Neha continued like it was normal. She said, “Oh Anita, this is Mr. Hemant. He lives on the 16th floor. He is a friend of mine.” I was slightly confused, but said Hello and had a small talk with him. I sat on the sofa, a little far from him.
I was confused as to how a single, sexy girl like Neha was a friend of this middle aged guy who is most probably married. She was comfortable enough to let him sit in her apartment in his Pyjamas. I noticed the guy was staring at my cleavage. I felt uncomfortable, so I got up and went to the kitchen pretending to help Neha. I tried asking Neha in the kitchen, but she lightly shrugged it off and said “Oh, we are just good friends. His wife is also a good friend of mine.” I had an uneasy feeling about this, so after having some coffee, I left as it was also time for Atharv to return. I opened the door, said Goodbye and started walking towards the lift. As I was walking, the lift opened and I saw another fat middle aged uncle type man in the lift. He got out of the lift and I entered.
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