Mysterious Neighbour- Wild night

The incident I am going to narrate occurred around five years back while we were living in Mumbai. My husband was working as a junior civil engineer in the PWD and we were putting up at the staff quarter allotted to him in the Mumbai suburbs. I am 29 and a housewife. At the time of this incident, we were two years into our marriage. I am 5'3" and my vital stats are 32-28-34. I keep long hair and usually wear a saree. Although on occasions I also sport suits and skirts. We were new in the colony and were given a flat at the top floor. Those were four-story official flats. Each floor had two flats facing each other in the common staircase. Soon after we moved in, we were introduced to our immediate neighbors. Mhatres were a typical Maharashtrian family. Mr Mhatre worked in the electrical department and was quite senior to my husband. The couple were in their late forties. His wife was a nice lady who would often drop in for a chat and help me out with small household chores. The Mhatres were married quite early on and had three kids- all married and settled off. The kids had their own families and the Mhatres lived all alone. After a few months, my husband was shifted to a project that required him to report for night-shifts. In the beginning it was quite a pain but we soon got used to it. He would often leave bang in middle of the night only to be back late morning or early afternoon. During that time, I was undergoing medication and was taking sedatives or sleeping pills as they are commonly called. So as not to disturb me while leaving, he would often lock the door of our flat from outside and leave the keys with our neighbors- the Mhatres. It was the month of November and Mrs Mhatre had gone to visit her elder son who was living in Hyderabad. I took my medication and went to bed at the usual time of around 9:30 pm. My husband usually left around midnight while leaving the keys with Mr. Mhatre. Since I had been taking the sedatives for quite some time, the effect was not very strong and I could faintly make out the usual noises that my husband made while leaving for work. That day, my husband left for the site at the usual time and I could make out the sound of him locking the door from the outside. He wasn't gone for too long when I heard somebody unlocking the door. Being under the influence of sedatives, I could hear the voices clearly but could not fully comprehend or consciously react to the situation. After getting in, the person locked the door and slowly walked to our bedroom. After some time, I felt my blanket being slowly pulled off. I was lying on my stomach wearing my sheer nighty. I was not wearing anything underneath. After completely removing my blanket, a pair of hands started to pull up my nighty. I could vaguely feel that the back of my thighs were fully exposed and somebody was licking and caressing my milky thighs. A hand slowly started to move up between my legs and covered my hairy twat and slowly started stroking my wet pussy. I was moaning in pleasure in a semi-conscious trance and reacting to each and every move like an animal in lust. After some caressing, I was turned around on the bed and a mouth took its place between my legs. I could make out that the person eating my wet pussy had a mustache as it rubbed on my swollen clit thereby giving me wave after wave of intense pleasure. My pussy was salivating and a hungry mouth was lapping it all up while rubbing my clit and stimulating the flow even more. In no time, I began to feel uncontrollable spasms in my pelvic region followed by wave after wave of intense pleasure flowing through my head to toe. My naked body was covered in a thin film of sweat while I was catching up on my breath while lying on the bed. This foreplay lubed me sufficiently for the penetration that was about to follow. I could feel a pair of hands pulling up my nighty further and taking it off my head. I felt a breeze of cool air on my exposed pussy as I lay completely naked spread-eagled on the bed. A cock was thrust in my pussy with a popping sound. It didn't have any problem sliding in all the way as my cunt was dripping wet as a result of the oral action it had just received. The shaft pistoned in and out of my snatch for what seemed like an eternity before shooting spasm after spasm of hot cum inside my unprotected womb. I could feel the hot cum leaking out of my freshly fucked pussy. As I lay catching up on my breath, I slowly regained my senses and heard a weak sound of our main door being locked from the outside. This steamy session drained me of all my energies and in no time, I dozed off into deep sleep. When I woke up in the morning, I was lying stark naked on my bed and my head was still heavy from the sedatives I had taken the previous night. I could recall the outline of the events that occurred last night but it felt like part dream and part reality- or somewhere in between. The only physical sign of the sexual encounter was a patch of dried cum around my pussy but that too could have been an overflow of my own juices in a sexually aroused semi-conscious state- what guys call a wet dream. By the way, my husband is clean shaven and Mr. Mhatre is the only one around who sports a thick beard. To this day I am not sure whether our neighbor Mr. Mhatre knocked me off that night or was it just a wild dream of mine. We are still good neighbors but at times, Mr. Mhatre's gaze confirms my worst fears.