Things heat up

After that Manoj Ji and Anita became less secretive about their affair. I often saw them together in the building. Sometimes I saw Manoj Ji sneaking into our flat. Once or twice I even saw them making out in the corridors.

Manoj Ji never said anything about that day when I’d seen them having sex. Neither did Anita. But I’m sure they both knew that I’d watched.

He practically became a part-time resident of our flat. He would spend most weekends with Anita. They would spend hours in her bedroom. Often I would hear them making out or having sex. Sometimes I would peek through the door and watch them.

Once or twice I felt that Manoj Ji was trying to flirt with me. But I ignored him. After all, I knew he loved Anita and was devoted to her.

Manoj Ji would often talk dirty to Anita in my presence. And sometimes he would roam around only in his underwear. I told Anita this made me uncomfortable but she said it was harmless.

There was nothing I could do except bear with it.

One night I was lying in bed watching some porn. I was really turned on and decided to play with myself. I was fingering myself when suddenly someone knocked on my door.

I quickly sat up and tried to compose myself.

“Who is it?” I called out.

“Me,” said a familiar voice. It was Manoj Ji. “I want to talk to you.”

“Okay, give me a minute,” I said. I hurriedly pulled on my nightie and opened the door.

Manoj Ji entered and looked at me. He was wearing a t-shirt and boxers. His gaze moved down to my body and lingered on my breasts. I could feel my nipples hardening.

“What’s the matter?” I asked furiously. I realized that I was still turned on from watching porn.