Silent Desire
Copyright© 2025 by Man of forbidden
Chapter 5
True Story Sex Story: Chapter 5 - He’s always drawn to the forbidden — a married woman who lives downstairs stirs him. Patient and relentless, he starts a slow, deliberate seduction, breaking through her walls. In this dance of desire, he tempts her to surrender, even as guilt and consequence weigh heavily between them. Codes will be added as the story progress.
Caution: This True Story Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Reluctant Heterosexual True Story Cheating MaleDom Indian Male Indian Female Oral Sex Petting Indian Erotica
The next morning went as usual. I woke up, got ready for work, and went downstairs to take my bike.
Priya was there with her baby, just as she was every day. She smiled; I returned it.
The baby came toward my bike again, arms raised. I picked her up and handed her back to Priya, my fingers brushing against her hand. No hesitation, no shyness from her, just another warm smile.
“Where’s Hari?” I asked as I unlocked my bike.
“Bathing,” she replied, a little hope flickering in her eyes.
I wanted more, but knowing my mother would be watching from the balcony, I nodded and took the bike down.
Sure enough, my mother was there, leaning on the railing, watching down, waiting for me.
As I was about to start the bike, I heard a horn behind me. I turned and saw Rubini on her bike, but she wasn’t wearing her usual shorts and T-shirt. She was in a churidar, hair neatly tied, looking ... different. Maybe she was heading to work early, though I had never seen her at this time before.
I moved aside, still thinking, and she rode past. I glanced up at my mother and then toward the gate. Priya was still standing there, and she too watched Rubini pass.
I shrugged faintly and left.
At the end of the street, I spotted Rubini again, parked at the side, typing something on her phone. As I rode past, I slowed a little. She looked up at the same time I looked at her. Even through her half-helmet’s visor, I could see her smiling.
I nodded and smiled back, although she probably couldn’t see it under my full helmet.
In my mirror, I saw her put the phone in her bag, start her bike, and come behind me. Usually, I’d speed off, but today I let the bike go at a slow speed. She overtook me, glancing at me as she passed. She increased her speed, and I followed, still not at my usual speed.
We took the same route until a junction. Now and then, she’d check her mirror, and I’d catch her looking directly at me.
At the primary signal, she stopped, and I pulled up beside her. She looked at me and smiled again. I nodded.
She pointed toward the left, silently telling me her direction. I pointed straight. Another nod. Another shared look.
She rode left. I could’ve gone that way too; it also connected to my office, but I preferred the bypass, and, honestly, it didn’t feel necessary to follow her yet.
So, I went straight to work.
I reached home early that evening. Usually, I get back at 7, but I left the office twenty minutes earlier, so I arrived around 6:45. The gate was already open. Priya wasn’t outside; probably assuming I’d be late as usual.
Her door was closed. I walked up and knocked softly twice.
A sound came from inside. Then the door cracked open just a little, and Priya peeked out. It was unusual; she never hid like that. But when she saw it was me, she looked surprised ... and then shyly blushed. Still, she didn’t open the door fully; only her face was visible through the gap.
I must’ve looked confused because she hesitated, then quietly stepped back. She understood. I pushed the door open and stepped inside.
As I turned to shut the door, I stopped.
She stood there with her back to the door, facing me. She was wearing only her underskirt, her skin still damp, hair wet, towel in her hand. She must have just come from the bath.
She looked down at the floor, then up at me, still drying her hair.
“You’re early,” she said softly.
“Yes ... Finished work early,” I replied, eyes on her face.
“Were you ... getting ready to come out and wait for me?” I asked with a small smile.
Her cheeks warmed again. She gave a shy nod.
Satisfied with my correct guess, I moved towards her. She retreated until her back touched the door behind her. I reached up and locked it, my hand brushing her arm.
Then I took the towel from her, let it fall to the floor, and gently touched her face.
“Hmm ... I just bathed,” she whispered, flustered.
“So?” I murmured, leaning closer.
“I came early just for you,” I said, and kissed her.
Her eyes widened for a moment, then she kissed me back.
I moved nearer to her, softly guiding her until her back rested against the door. One of my hands traced her arm and reached her neck, feeling the warmth of her skin. Her breath trembled as I intensified the kiss.
My fingers moved along her collarbone toward the knot of her underskirt, the one tied high when women step out of a bath, fabric gathered up to her breasts. As I reached it, she grasped my hand, stopping it. I paused and lifted my head a little.
Her eyes flicked to the clock. 6:55.
“We still have time,” I whispered against her lips, softly removing her grip. I held both her hands and gently raised them above her head. She gasped quietly, turning her face to the side as her body leaned into mine.
I gently kissed her neck, savouring the dampness of her skin. The knot loosened under my touch, and the cloth slipped down to her feet. She closed her eyes as her breathing deepened, her breasts pressed against me.
My hands traced over her curves, her waist, hips, and the softness of her stomach. She let out a quiet moan; every reaction from her drew me closer, guiding me with unspoken desire.
Kissing her neck, I touched her breast and massaged it softly. She moaned, and her hands strained against my grip. I took her left breast in my right hand and rolled her nipples. I slowly brought my lips down her body, moving to her right breast and lightly sucking. She stiffened and bucked again. I changed position to her left breast and sucked there too. My hands moved slowly down to her stomach and hips, then to her thighs.
I was caressing her inner thighs and bit her left nipple. She gasped and tried to be free of my grip, I freed her hands and brought my hand to her right breast and started the three way attack, my right hand slowly tracing her inner thighs and nearing her pussy, touched slightly, she was wet already, she moaned and brought one hand to my head and her left hand took my hand which is near her pussy and dragged it to her pussy fully. Her right hand pressed my head to her breast. Sensing the limited time, I let my finger slide into her, and it slid in smoothly. She didn’t let go of my hand. I slowly slid in and out, pinched her left nipple, and bit the right nipple.
“Ahh,” she moaned and controlled herself by biting her lips.
I gradually moved my lips from her breast, down to her stomach, and her hips, her hand on my head never leaving. I knelt in front of her, her pussy directly in front of my face. She brought both her hands to my hand and gripped my hair. I looked up at her, my finger sliding in and out of her pussy all the while, she looked down, eyes half closed biting her lips and nodded and shook her head confused, I chuckled and kissed her pussy, she tightened her grip on my hair, I took my finger out and parted her lips with my hands and started licking her inside, she groaned and stood on her toes body stiffening,
I started licking her pussy, my tongue sliding from down to up her lips. I placed both my hands on her ass and pushed her pussy to my tongue, and slid my tongue into her.
While massaging her ass in my hands, I started to lick fiercely. She moaned, bucked, stiffened, and stood on her toes. I looked at her face; her eyes were closed, and her head turned from left to right. Biting her lip. She looked sexy at that moment.
Groaning, I started to lick fast and also used my fingers, sliding in and out of her pussy, while my tongue joined at her clit. Her body arched violently as she held on to me, pulling me closer, urging me without words. Her quiet breaths grew unsteady, her grip tightening, her shivers telling me exactly how she felt.
Her legs trembled as she pressed her head to the door, trying and failing to steady herself. I supported her, letting my lips explore her pussy. She gasped, her breath catching, her fingers clenching in my hair and guiding me instinctively onto her pussy.
Feeling her nearing the end, I brought one hand to her breast and pinched her nipple.
“Ahh,” she moaned loudly.
Suddenly, her breath seemed to have stopped, and she stiffened. I felt the wetness increasing in her pussy and filling my tongue and fingers.
Her whole body softened, then tensed, then softened again, caught in pleasure. She bit her lip, eyes closing tight, her voice breaking into a restrained moan. I felt her shudder against me, her breath stopping for a moment before releasing in a long, trembling sigh. I slowly reduced my licking and finger speed, and she began to relax.
She slowly loosened her hold on me.
When she opened her eyes, she looked flushed, breathless.
I took the towel nearby, wiped my face gently, then stood and draped it across her shoulder, and glanced at the clock.
“Time’s up,” I murmured, brushing my thumb over her cheek.
“But...” she began, voice faint, lowering her gaze down toward my lower body, then stopped.
I gave a soft laugh. “Next time.”
I lifted her underskirt back up for her to hold. She clutched it to her chest, still catching her breath, still unable to meet my eyes.
I unlocked the door, opened it slightly, and whispered, “Check outside.”
She peeked out carefully, then turned back and nodded. I straightened myself and stepped out.
Before moving away, I looked back. She was behind her door again, smiling shyly.
“From tomorrow,” I said softly, “bath early in the morning too, before I go ... and come out.”
Her eyes widened in surprise, then she nodded quickly.
I headed upstairs. My mom was in the hall watching TV.
“You came? I didn’t hear the bike or the gate,” she said.
“Gate was already open,” I replied, dropping my keys into the holder and heading to my room.
I bathed, changed into my vest and shorts, and stretched out on my bed to read a story online.
Later, while I was eating dinner, my mom sent me a girl’s photo for a potential alliance. She looked fine, just ... not for me. I told her no again. As usual, she scolded me for rejecting too many matches, with my father joining her.
I stepped out to the balcony.
Rubini was downstairs with her dog, scrolling through her phone. When she heard my mother’s voice behind me, she looked up. I glanced down once, then looked away into the dark.
“I’ll agree when I actually like someone,” I said firmly.
My mother sighed and dropped the topic.
Just then, I heard the familiar sound of a bike entering the gate. Hari.
A quick look at my phone, 8:20 PM. Ten minutes earlier than usual. I noted the timing.
I went downstairs again, and my mother looked at me but didn’t say anything, probably assuming I was still irritated.
Hari was parking his bike. He saw me and smiled.
“Hey, bro,” he greeted.
“Hi. Coming late?” I asked casually, pretending not to know.
He chuckled. “No, actually a little early today.”
“Oh yes, your company’s far away,” I said, though I knew the distance.
The door behind us opened. The baby ran out first, straight to her father, and Priya followed a moment later. She smiled at Hari.
“Heard the bike. Low traffic today?” she asked.
Hari nodded, smiling as he scooped up the baby.
Just then, the gate creaked, and Rubini walked in.
“Hi, brother. Hi, sister,” she greeted, giving me a lingering smile. I nodded back.
“Come, Rubini,” Hari called. Priya smiled at her too, throwing me a quick side glance.
Rubini reached for the baby, who immediately went to her. She laughed and played with her.
“Okay, I’ll go freshen up,” Hari said, heading inside. “Come in, bro. Rubini, you too.”
She followed him inside. I watched them go, then felt Priya step closer to me. I looked at her, and she gave a slight nod; I went in behind her.
Inside, Hari gestured toward the sofa before heading to his room. I sat in the middle, Rubini took the seat on my left with the baby, and Priya sat on my right on the single sofa.
“Did you go early today, Rubini?” Priya asked.
Rubini paused for a moment, glanced at me, then replied casually, “Yes, sister. New timing. I’ll be leaving fifteen minutes early from now on.” She kept playing with the baby, as if nothing more needed to be said.
Priya looked at her ... then at me. I shrugged.
“I didn’t see you in the morning, sister. How did you know?” Rubini asked.
“Oh, I heard his bike,” Priya said lightly, pointing toward me. “So, I stepped out and saw you going.”
My heart thumped for a moment, but I didn’t show anything. I focused on the baby tugging at Rubini’s T-shirt; she struggled to free it gently, and a hint of skin showed near her neckline.
Hari returned and sat next to me. I shifted slightly toward Rubini. She didn’t move back; my arm brushed against hers, my leg touched hers, and she showed no discomfort at all.
Priya noticed. She got up abruptly.
“I’ll make dinner,” she said and walked to the kitchen.
“Did you eat, Rubini?” Hari asked, not noticing, or pretending not to.
“No, brother. My mother’s cooking. I should go,” she said, placing the baby down. As she stood, her hand rested near my thigh for balance, brushing against me. Her bare thigh touched mine as she moved.
“See you, sister,” she called toward Priya before leaving. She gave me a final glance at the door.
“Did you eat?” Hari asked me.
“Yeah, done. Okay, you eat, I’ll go,” I said, starting to rise.
“No, no, sit,” he insisted, pushing me back down playfully.
I sat, and Priya returned with dosa and chutney, placing them on the table. She looked at me once before heading back to the kitchen to sit at the dining table.
“Priya, sit here,” Hari called.
She paused, then quietly sat on the single sofa with a plate.
“She usually sits here only. Since you were here, she went there,” Hari explained unnecessarily.
I nodded and picked up the baby so they could eat.
Hari spoke while eating. “Before your family moved here, it was just us. We hardly talked to anyone. Now we have someone our age to chat with. Even Rubini comes often. It’s good, it’s helping Priya too. Talking with another woman ... and your mother.”
I didn’t know what to say. “Well, it’s good for me too. Nice to have someone to talk to.”
“So, any update on your alliance search?” he asked. I noticed Priya stiffen slightly, listening more closely.
“Still looking,” I said.
Priya finished eating and stood, quietly taking Hari’s plate.
“Okay, see you tomorrow,” I said, nodding at Priya before leaving.
I went upstairs, read a story online, and eventually fell asleep.
The next morning, I came down as usual. Priya was there, as usual, but on that day, she was freshly showered, her nightie clinging slightly to her. When she saw me notice, she took a small step forward.
I reached her in two steps, pulled her gently against the wall near the steps, and kissed her hard. She stiffened in surprise, then melted into the kiss, giving in for a few seconds before I let her go.
She was breathless, cheeks warm, eyes lowered. I grabbed my bike and moved it out. She stood there, still flustered, still smiling shyly.
Rubini also came at the same time as the day before, and again, we rode the same route together before splitting at the junction.
That evening, I returned at my usual time. Priya looked fresh again, and I smiled at her before heading upstairs. The same pattern repeated over the next few days.
I didn’t get another private moment with Priya, but we saw each other every morning and evening, a few kisses now and then. Sometimes I chatted with Hari, and sometimes Rubini joined us, her subtle flirting slowly increasing, though it hadn’t gone any further.
Sunday came, but with my parents at home for the whole day, I didn’t get any chance to talk to Priya beyond small glances and small talk.
A few days later, we were all talking as usual, Hari, Priya, Rubini, and I, sitting with the baby going between us. The conversation was light until Hari suddenly turned to Rubini.
“So, Rubini ... what about your marriage? I haven’t heard anything yet.”
The words dropped like a stone. Everyone fell silent.
Rubini stopped playing with the baby. She looked at Hari, then at Priya, and then her eyes shifted to me. A faint smile appeared.
“Not now, brother. No idea right now. I’m just 23. Maybe after two years.”
That’s when I realised her age for the first time, and I almost exhaled in relief without meaning to. Priya looked relieved, too. Hari nodded.
“For Vikrant, they’re looking for an alliance. Maybe within the next year he’ll get married,” he said, laughing.
Rubini’s eyes snapped to me. She smirked slightly, then stood up and walked home.
Hari’s phone rang. He stood and went inside.
I met Priya’s eyes and started walking out. She glanced toward her room, then followed me outside. When I locked the gate and turned toward the stairs, she was still standing there, near the steps, fidgeting.
“What?” I asked gently, taking her hand. She had never done that before.
She looked down, shy and restless. I understood. It had been too long since we had been alone. She couldn’t say it.
“I’ll find a way,” I whispered.
She looked up, smiled faintly, and went back inside.
In my bed, I lay thinking, maybe she was starting to feel something more profound. And I ... I wasn’t sure what I felt either. But something was growing.
The next day, in the evening, I reached early and went to her door. But instead of seeing Priya alone, I heard voices. When I stepped closer, she and an older woman turned toward me at the same time.
Priya froze for a moment. She glanced instinctively at the clock, disappointment flickering before fear replaced it, fear of being caught, of being misunderstood.