I plan to write this story in chapters from both Priya and Mark's perspectives. This is my first attempt at writing erotica. Hope readers enjoy it. Comments/suggestions to improve the story are welcome.
Many thanks to long time reader on Literotica @xidaji for offering to edit my story, adding proper punctuation and paragraphing to make it an easy read.
-----------------------MARK--------------------------
I opened my apartment door for Priya, who was standing somewhat timidly in the hallway. The circumstances under which we were meeting were anything but normal. Me, a confident, successful English man recently single and still bitter from a divorce. My only light in life now was my son, who started high school just this year, and who was my everything.
She, an exotic Indian woman. Married with two kids, carrying the burden of a relationship that had long lost its shine and lustre if ever there was any. From her chats it didn't look like she even had a honeymoon phase in her marriage. Unlike me, she had given up on separation after numerous attempts of climbing up, and out. Husband not ready for divorce, parents not willing to help, etc, etc.
Priya and I had known each other for only a couple of weeks. We met on a secret adult dating site and I can't remember who initiated the first contact, but we hit it off almost immediately. Since my divorce was still ongoing, I was not ready for openly dating. She, on the other hand, was looking for a secret affair and someone to confide in about the ongoing struggles of raising a family.
We chatted extensively. Our topics of discussion drifting from family, to job, to naughty banter and occasionally to politics. Priya was so easy to talk to. I was praying she would be as hot and sexy as sharp her mind was. From her subtly flirtatious chats, she appeared to have a sex appeal that was intriguing. Something that does not reveal itself completely but urges you into wanting to explore more. She never shared her full photo, but I could only picture her in my mind as a slightly curvy woman with beautiful eyes and an innocent smile.
I am a not bad looking guy myself. At almost six feet tall, with a slender muscular body, and love for sartorial fashion, I dress smartly and carry myself quite well. If I am being modest, let's just say when I enter a room, it's hard to ignore me. And being in my fifties doesn't mean my good years of youth are behind me. In fact, I feel my age only makes me sexier.
Talking about sex, I had been without sex for way too long now and it was time I gave my little guy, well my little big guy, some attention he needed.