I gave him my number

I hesitated for only a moment before nodding and reciting the digits. It seemed harmless enough, after all. He was just a man looking for cooking advice.

"Thank you for the tea and the company," Raghav Ji said, his hand brushing against mine as he took the empty cup from me. "I must be going, it's getting late."

I followed Raghav Ji to his car, the cool evening air caressing my skin as we walked.

"Thank you again, Bhabhi Ji, for the tea and the wonderful cooking advice," he said, his hand resting on the car door handle. "I'll certainly message you when I've arrived home safely."

"It was my pleasure," I replied, the words coming easily now. "Please, do message me. I want to make sure you get there alright."

With a final nod, Raghav Ji slipped into the car and pulled away, leaving me standing alone in the driveway. I watched until his tail lights disappeared around the corner before turning and heading back inside.

As I closed the door behind me, I glanced at the clock, noting that it was only 8:00 pm. Plenty of time before I needed to start preparing dinner. Feeling sweaty and in need of relaxation, I decided to take a shower first.

I made my way towards the bathroom, my mind wandering as I walked.

I stepped into the steamy bathroom, the warm air enveloping me like a comforting embrace. As I slowly dried myself with the bath towel, my mind drifted to a particularly engaging storyline from a TV series I had been following. The heroine's flawless figure had been a central focus of the show, and I couldn't help but compare myself to her as I caught my reflection in the mirror.

My eyes roamed over my naked body, taking in every curve and contour. I felt my stomach, realizing that I had let myself go a bit since my marriage. I resolved to start exercising regularly, to regain the toned figure I once had.

My hands wandered to my breasts, and I smiled at the memory of how they used to turn heads in college. Those C-cups had been the envy of many, and I couldn't help but feel a rush of nostalgia as my fingers traced their contours.

As I stood before the mirror, admiring my curves, I felt a familiar tingle in my nethers, a reminder of my own desires. But I knew I had to put those thoughts aside for now; there was still a dinner to prepare, and I couldn't let the evening slip away.

With renewed determination, I quickly slipped into a comfortable maxi dress and left the bathroom, my mind already shifting gears. The night was still young, and I had plans to make the most of it, starting with a delicious meal.

I stood before my bedroom mirror, admiring the way the purple nightie hugged my curves. It was a daring choice, far more revealing than my usual maxi dresses, but I had bought it with the intention of spicing up my love life. The deeper neckline showed my cleavage.

With a devious grin, I picked up my phone, eager to show off my new purchase to Alok. He was taking longer than usual to video call me tonight, but that only fueled my anticipation. I imagined his reaction, picturing the shocked yet pleasured look on his face as he took in the sight of me in this bold ensemble. The mere thought made me wet and horny, and I couldn't help but squirm with excitement.

Jumping onto the bed, I began scrolling through Instagram, eager to distract myself while waiting for his call. Suddenly, the notification bell rang, breaking my reverie.