Episode 38
Simran looked at the clock on the wall in her bedroom. It was 12.15 am. She thought to herself that Abhinav had called around 10 pm and this experience started soon after. So this means that the whole act lasted for 2 hours. She was shocked. Sex with Abhinav lasted for a maximum 45-50 minutes and she would get tired. But today she went on for 2 hours. She wondered that Rahim had not even fucked her yet. How long will that last, 4 hours?
She smiled at the thought. Rahim watched her expression...
Rahim: Sweetheart...what are you thinking about and smiling sheepishly?
Simran: Rahim...we were doing it for 2 hours and you haven't even fucked me. If you do, will you go on for the whole night?
Rahim: Hahaha....i just might baby...and what do u mean if you do fuck me...I am going to fuck you and fuck you real hard!! Not just the whole night but also during the day. I am not going to work tomorrow and Rehana isn't coming back for a couple of days. So it's going to be you and me fucking like rabbits for 2 days and 2 nights.
Simran blushed at Rahim's plan. She wondered what kinky stuff they would end up doing in the next 2 days but she was definitely looking forward to it. Simran got up and went to the bathroom to relieve herself, Rahim followed her.
Simran watched herself in the mirror. Her hair was a mess; she had love bite all over her body especially on her boobs. There was dried cum in her hair, traces of it on her cheeks and neck. She had become a complete slut.
Rahim on the other hand lifted the toilet seat and started peeing. Hearing the sound Simran turned back and watched how Rahim's dick streamed out urine in a strong, uniform flow. His dick was flaccid but still it was larger that Abhinav's.
Simran: Abhinav!!!!
Simran ran out of the bathroom to the living room where her cell phone was. She checked her cell phone for any missed calls. There were none. She was relieved that her husband hadn't called. It was day time in US and her husband would call every few hours. Looks like he was busy.
Rahim came to the living room, Simran turned around to face him.
Rahim: I am very hungry. Do you have anything to eat?
Simran: I am also very hungry. There are leftovers from dinner. Ok for you?
Rahim: Fine with me. Anything which is ready is ok. After all, I don't want to waste my time eating when we can fuck.
Simran laughed at his naughtiness and proceeded towards the kitchen. Rahim watched her as her plump ass swayed from right to left as she walked. He smiled at himself and thought he was the luckiest man alive.
Simran brought some chapatti and sabji in 2 plates and kept it on the dinner table. Rahim had by then switched on the television and was watching something. Rahim sat on the dinner table and looked at the plates.
Rahim: Simran darling...why waste 2 plates? We will have food together in one plate.
Rahim put all the food in one plate, pulled Simran towards him and made her sit on his lap. Simran realized that they both were completely naked in the living room, another new experience.
Rahim took a piece of the chapatti and sabji and ate it. He then brought his mouth to Simran and kissed her. As their lips met, they opened their mouths and Rahim passed on the food from his mouth the Simran's mouth. She loved his style and this process continued till their stomachs were full.
After Simran was done in the kitchen, she came to the living room. Rahim was watching TV. He patted on the couch asking her to sit near him. Simran quietly went and sat next to him. They watched the regular channels for a while, and then Rahim switched to the local cable channel. There was a porn movie on that channel. Simran blushed after watching it and Rahim laughed.
They watched the movie for a couple of minutes. Simran had never watched a porn movie in her entire life and her husband was not kinky enough to show it to her. She always wanted to see one and now Rahim was fulfilling her wish. This was a night of unique experience she thought to herself.
Her chain of thought was broken when she felt a hand grabbing her left breast. She turned her head towards Rahim to look at him. He smiled at her and she blushed. Encouraged by this gesture, Rahim turned to his left and turned Simran so that she was facing him. With his both hands, Rahim started squeezing her boobs. He was squeezing them, weighing them, pinching her nipples. All these actions had an effect on Simran and her breath quickened. Rahim then brought his mouth to her nipples and started sucking her boobs one by one. Simran lay down on the sofa with her head resting on the armrest while Rahim sucked her boobs like a baby. This time he was gentle on her, doing things leisurely rather than the rough and hurried way he was doing before.
He pushed her boobs together till her nipples were adjacent to each other and then he sucked on both of them together. Simran was now moaning, her hands were roaming all over his body. She felt his silky hair; his toned back muscles and brought her hands down to his taut butt.
Simran: Ohhh Rahim...you seriously know how to push my buttons. I didn't know sex could be so amazing before I met you. I am really glad I did this. You are my true lover!!!
Rahim stopped sucking her boobs and went up to her and softly kissed her. Simran responded to his kiss with tenderness.
Rahim: Sweetheart, I wanted to fuck you from the day I saw you and today my dream has come true. You have such a splendid body, it deserves to be worshipped and not ignored. You are an amazing woman Simmi.
Rahim went back to sucking her boobs. Simran realized that he called her Simmi. It sounded so cute. She loved the way it sounded. She was falling for this Adonis like man.
Rahim: Simmi, do you have ice in the fridge?
Simran: Ya...why?
Without answering her Rahim got up and went to the kitchen. He was back in a minute with a vessel carrying ice and chocolate syrup bottle. She realized that Rahim was up to something kinky. Rahim made Simmi sit up straight, with her head resting on the back of the sofa. He went on his knees in front of her. He took an ice cube, put it in his mouth and kissed Simmi. The ice cube juggled between their mouths and melted in a few seconds from the heat of their mouth. As they kissed they could feel their cold tongues soon turning hot with all the action.
Rahim took another ice cube in his hand and started rubbing it on her nipples. The coldness made her nipples extra hard and Simmi arched her back from the mind boggling sensation. He put another ice cube in his mouth and started sucking her boobs.
After a while of sucking, he took another ice cube and put on her navel and rubbed it all over her stomach. Rahim's creative moves was having the right effect on Simmi who was moving towards an orgasm really fast. Rahim took another ice cube and started rubbing on her pussy. He then inserted it in her pussy. This pushed Simmi of the edge and she had a massive orgasm but Rahim held her down firmly and kept sucking her pussy. Rahim looked at Simmi who had just calmed down after her orgasm. He went up to her and kissed her. She licked of her own juices of his face.
Simran then took an ice cube and put it in her mouth. She gestured Rahim to come to her side. As soon as he did that, she grabbed his dick and started sucking on it. Rahim moaned loudly has his sensitive dick head was exposed the ice and also to her warm mouth. Rahim then stood in from of her while she sucked his dick with full vigor. She grabbed his tight butt and forced more and more of his dick in her mouth. She was now getting used to his size and could suck much more than she previously did. Rahim looked on in wonder as the shy, conservative Simmi had turned into nymph sucking his rod like a possessed woman.
Rahim pulled out his dick and lied down on the floor. He gestured Simmi to lie on him with her pussy at his mouth and his dick at her mouth.
Rahim: Simmi, this position is called 69. It will allow us to pleasure each other simultaneously.
Simran: 69...why is it called 69?
Rahim: Because, we look like the number 69 when we are doing it.
Simran looked at their reflection in the glass showcase near them. They really were looking like 69. She laughed at this and wondered how knowledgeable Rahim was in the art of love making. In the meanwhile Rahim took the bottle of chocolate syrup and gave it to Simmi. She knew what to do. She opened the bottle and poured a generous amount to chocolate syrup on his dick and his balls. She spread it across the organ. Rahim then took the bottle and poured a lot of syrup on Simmi's pussy.
They both just went at it. Licking and sucking each others private organs. The chocolate syrup made it sweeter. It mixed with their juices and gave it a unique flavor. They were completely focused on the task at hand as if there was a race where the one who cums first lost.
Simran was gobbling up Rahim's dick as much as she could. She was trying hard to impress her lover with her oral skills. Rahim on the other hand was working equally hard. He bit her clit, Simmi moaned loudly, biting his dick a little, which made him moan as well. Simmi was holding Rahim's ankles, with her long hair all over his crotch and thighs cloaking it from view. Rahim was grabbing Simmi's supple buns and was tongue fucking her, her juices dripping into his face.
Turn by turn they took the chocolate syrup and poured it over each other and kept sucking hard. Rahim's expert licking was bringing Simmi to an orgasm but Rahim showed no signs of it. Simmi was awed with his stamina. Abhinav would last only 10-15 minutes max.
Rahim was fingering her pussy, inserting his middle finger up to the hilt. He brought his other hand and started rubbing her asshole and a little later inserted a little of his thumb into her asshole. The licking, pussy and ass fingering was a little too much for Simmi. She took his dick out of her mouth and screamed in pleasure as a massive orgasm hit her. She almost passed out from the pleasure. She collapsed on his crotch. Rahim stopped sucking her pussy.
A few minutes later, Simmi regained her composure and got down from Rahim's body. They both sat up and started laughing.
Rahim: You lost sweetheart...hahaha....
Simran: Your tongue is no match to anything. I just couldn't keep up with you.
They kissed each other. Simran looked at Rahim's dick. It was still erect. He had not got an orgasm.
Simran: Are you going to keep that erect dick out in the open or are you going to fuck me. I think we have had enough of child's play. Let's go for the real deal!!
Rahim: Hahaha....I think it's time I fuck your brains out. Let's go for it!!!
Simran: Do you have a condom?
Rahim: ...uhhh...I have it but I don't like wearing it...reduces the pleasure. I want to fuck you bareback.
Simran: Ya...I would love that too but the way you dick is behaving I am sure I will get pregnant with just one fuck and I am not on the pill. No pussy till you wear a condom.
Rahim smiled at her and got up. He had condoms of his size in his house. He opened the door and quietly slipped back into his apartment. Simmi laughed as she saw him walk out naked.
While Rahim was away fetching condoms, Simmi watched the clock. It was 2.30 am; their second session lasted more than one and a half hour. Simmi was convinced that they would go on till dawn. She laughed at herself for thinking such things. She wondered how she could go on like that for hours. She thought it was Rahim's effect on her.
Rahim returned with a few condoms in his hands. He locked the door behind him and walked towards her. Simmi got up. They kissed each other hard as if they had been away for days. Rahim picked up Simmi. She locked her legs around his waist and he carried her to the bedroom all the while kissing her. He kept the condoms on the side table and threw her on the bed. After a little kissing and breast sucking, Rahim got up, went to the side table and came back with a condom and handed to Simmi. Simmi was really turned on by the site of a butt naked man with a massive hard on walking towards her with a condom.
She tore the condom packet and carefully removed the condom. Rahim got on the bed while Simmi got on her fours. She was about to put the condom on his dick when he stopped her.
Rahim: I want you to put the condom on my dick with your mouth.
Simmi winked and smiled at him wickedly. She put the condom on her lips making an 'O' shape with her lips. She slowly took his dick in her mouth automatically putting it on the dick. She sucked his dick a few times. She noticed that the condom was strawberry flavored.
Simmi lay down on her back while Rahim got on top of her, his dick lightly touching her clit. He rubbed his dick on her pussy, Simmi moaned at his teasing. Rahim then proceeded to push his dick into her tiny hole. As the dick slowly made its way, Simmi was feeling it stretch her. Her eyes opened wide as her pussy was being torn apart by this monster. Rahim slowly pushed is dick all the way in. It was completely buried in her pussy. Rahim didn't move for a while but was kissing Simmi and sucking her boobs.
After a couple of minutes, he started rocking back and forth. Slow at first, but gaining speed with every thrust. Soon he was at full speed, ramming his dick fast and all the way to the hilt. Simmi was moaning, in fact she was screaming. This was the best fuck of her life.
Simran: Fuck me...Fuck me. Oh my god Rahim, this is awesome. I could do his foreverrr...aaaaahhhhh. You are the best man in the world...a real man...
Simmi's moans encourage Rahim further and he started fucking her even faster. Her tits were juggling so fast that they created an illusion of 2 pair of boobs. She came twice. Rahim slowed down and stopped after a while. He was breathing heavily. He kissed Simmi so hard that he ended up biting her lip and made her bleed. He sucked her tits and bit her nipples. Simmi didn't care about her torn lip, all that mattered was the fucking.
There was a large mirror in the bedroom opposite to the bed. Rahim made Simmi turn around and face the mirror and get on her fours. He positioned himself behind her, his dick just at the entrance of her pussy. They both looked in the mirror and were amazed at the site.
Simmi's boobs were hanging in the air, delicately touching the bed with her ass in the air. Behind her was Rahim with his muscular, hairy chest heaving. Turned on by this view, Rahim rammed his giant hog into her pussy is one swift stroke. Simmi screamed in pleasure at this sudden assault on her pussy. Rahim started to fuck her steadily, getting faster with every stroke. He stopped for a moment and withdrew his dick almost to the edge of the pussy and then rammed it again.
Simmi gasped at this move, sweat trickling down her forehead and her upper lips. Rahim continued this move till Simmi got another orgasm. Rahim got off the bed and picked up Simmi. She locked her legs around his waist while he inserted his dick into her pussy. They were fucking in the stand up position. Rahim was fucking her like this for 10 minutes. She had lost count of the orgasms she received since the fucking started but this guy just wouldn't cum.
They continued fucking in several other positions like against the wall, on the chair, on the table, doggie again, wheel barrow etc. Rahim then again put her on the bed and started fucking her in missionary position. Rahim was now sweating profusely, his body shining with the sweat. Simmi's hand moved all over his muscular torso. She grabbed his ass and pulled further inside. She started pinching and licking his nipples and at the same time, she inserted a finger in his ass. This pushed Rahim off the edge. He moaned loudly as his 2nd orgasm of the night hit him. He kept leaking semen into the condom. His orgasm lasted for a minute. Simmi also came with him. Rahim collapsed on her, they held on to each other tightly as their orgasms passed over them.
After their breaths normalized, they spent some time kissing each other. Rahim picked her up and went to the bathroom. She sat on the commode and urinated while Rahim's dick went in and out of her mouth. Rahim also relieved himself. They then took a shower, slowly cleaning themselves and had another round of hard fucking in the shower.
When they finally came out, Simmi looked at the watch, it was 4.00 am. She smiled at herself. They really did go on till dawn. They slept naked in each others arms. They needed a lot of rest after a 6 hour session and for the 2 days of fucking they were going to enjoy.
The next couple of days, Simmi and Rahim did it almost continuously. They did in the kitchen, living room balcony, all over his house, terrace and car. They just kept on going.
Luck was on their side, when they thought that their 'honeymoon' was coming to an end, Rahim received a message from Rehana that she would stay at her mother's place for another week. Simmi's mother in law also postponed her return by a week. Now they had 7 days and 7 nights to explore each other's body.
Rahim: Simmi baby, are you ready for an extended honeymoon and some really hard fucking?
Simran: Yeah my love and I have also started taking the pill. So now you can fuck me without a condom.
Rahim: I love you jaan (my love)
Simran: I love you too.
They held each others hands as they proceeded to her bedroom for the most memorable week of their lives.
My Husband's Business Partner
My story begins about ten years ago when my husband Ritesh had started the Garment Trade. Soon he met a man named Sarath who was also in the same business, and he was senior in the field so and my husband became friends. Sarath really helped to my husband's Company. Being the same age as myself, Sajad and Sarath had the same ideas about life and Ritesh shared ambitions. They both loved the fast pace of commerce and wanted their pots of gold to be plentiful.
Then one day, my husband told me that he wants to invite Sarath to our house to share a meal together. He told me that he would not sit in drawing room but in lounge. It was so strange for me as my husband never inviting male guest in the house and he keeps me in vial. I don't know how he dare to brought male in home. That day was the turning point of my life and the reason I have to write this story. I am bursting to tell you! To tell the whole world in fact!
Maybe at this point I should tell you something about me. I had grown up in a very small town in a very conservative family so I'm a little religious woman, and like me my husband also interested in religion activities. I don't like to meet male other than our close relatives and I never allowed people to enter my house other than blood relatives.
My body is thin although at the age of 36 and after birth of three children. But have got meat on right places woman should have. My breasts are full and for the most part still as perky as they had been when I was twenty-five. I'm fair skin rather than other Indian women who are dark, with a long nose and regular features though I dressed conservative simply, like most Indian women normally wore shilwar (traditional baggy trousers) Qameez (long traditional shirt) suit. I wore baggy clothes and used Dupatta (head and neck scarf), dbangd around neck and chest to covered myself well. Yet my boobs and bottoms were so generous that they could not be completely hidden from view.
I dressed in my finest but a very simple way. A black traditionally qameez (long shirt) with white shilwar (baggy trouser) and a large white Dupatta (head and neck scarf), dbangd around my neck and chest to cover my chest in the most decent fashion
Sarath was also dressed in a very simple way. White traditionally qameez (long shirt) with white shilwar (baggy trouser).
My husband formally introduced me to him, as I had never met him. Sarath was tall, slim and in excellent shape with wavy black hair, fair skin, light facial hair and hypnotic black deep, large captivated and powerful eyes, Authoritative personality. He was one of the most incredible men I had ever seen in my entire life.
Over the course of the meal Sarath was sitting just opposite me at the table. Sarath made polite conversation with. He lived alone, because sadly his wife died few years back leaving him with two children who are away from him in boarding college. As he told us that many noble ladies hoped to catch his eye for first two years. But From the time of his wife's death until this day, the day that he met us he had not looked at another woman. He told us that he had buried himself within his work.
Time seemed to pass more quickly now. My husband and I did not take a lot of time be convinced about Sarath that he was not a wife seducer, a trouble-monger of ill repute, but a fine upstanding gentleman with extremely honest, loyal, good and jolly decent manners.
He got closer and closer to our family, I felt something for him from when I first saw him, I couldn't tell what? I didn't know what was that sort of fondness, as I never attracted to him or other man sexually as I was always one-man woman not only in my entire life but also in my dreams. No one male impressed me in any way in my life.
So I gave it name of sibling and started call him bhya (brother) and he called me Bhabi (sister-in-law). The children liked him very much. During our meetings, he carefully avoided looking at me. When he spoke to me it was with kindness, respecting my place as his friends wife.
During one meeting, I was watching him, I noted that Sarath didn't wear underwear, as a long, noticeable contour in the inside leg of his shilwar revealed what had to be an eight inch cock at rest. I was getting a turn on thinking of Sarath's masculinity and the enormous size of his manhood. My heart began thumping as I considered what he must be like with a full erection and that was because my husband's near five inch and thin cock. Above all these he never give me the real pleasure of sex, he always left me dry and un satisfied in bed but I never give at much attention because of my natural shyness and conservative mind. For most of our sixteen-year's married life we had treated sex with a reservation. Other than that he was a caring man and a great husband. I had never once regretted marrying.
I don't want but from that day I was found myself always thinking about Sarath and It was when I was in my bed at night; there wasn't a night when I didn't think about him. How I stepped into this New World. I was typical conservative Indian housewife with our set of values. I spent a lot of time thinking about him while he probably had no idea that I wanted him so badly. I love him. I had always loved him but I've done it in silence. I had been feeling guilty because I dream about best friend of my husband.
At that time my frustrations were so painful when I met Sarath I could not look at him because I was frightened of him, frightened of myself, my feelings for him. He never bothered to pester us with uninvited intrusions to our house, although I wanted to meet him every time, every day, but not meet him. I was like a tormented child. I had no explanation what this man did to me; all I knew was that I was dying to make this man mine and there was no way in the world it could be possible. I could not foresee any way of achieving that.
Ritesh got a huge loss in his business because of over investing when the market was dead. Before he could control, it was too late his business was beyond irretrievability. Ritesh had fought his business with everything he had. Then, just as surprising he decided to go to America to seek his fortune. In many respects, it was the best of times and, naturally, the worst of times. But the problem was that he needed to leave us behind all alone during his stay in the states.
My husband Ritesh had lost his parents. Although my' parents were available for our care. But in Indian custom, the parents or relatives of the female would not stay with their daughter and son-in-law. My husband turned to Sarath, his very good friend and adopted brother for help. I was a little uncomfortable about this situation because I was not sure how I'd keep distance from Sarath, but agreed with my husband after a little argument. My husband was fully convinced that Sarath was a thorough gentleman and not a scoundrel or opportunist at all. Thus, he asked him to take care of us in his absence. Needless to say, he willingly stepped into the breech to be a good caretaker and helper towards us in case of our need during my husband absence.
He assured us that he would do his utmost to make sure that all our needs, and attention. My husband thanked him profusely for being such a good friend and benefactor and told me and the children to look to Sarath for love and guardianship until he came back for us, that Sarath had promised to take care of our needs.
Ritesh went to the USA but didn't t inform us of his arrival to the states. It was so strange not to hear from him. We feared the worst. We tried to get information but couldn't and after a month he himself informed us by telephone that he had been caught by the US immigration and has gone to be imprisoned for seven years.
The incidence was a big shock for us. We had to face lot of problems, and it had paralyzed me. I sobbed in the nights, mourning for my husband and my misfortune. I moped around the house, hardly doing anything, hardly going anywhere. For the next few months, Sarath helped me with all the things that I had to do while at the same time comforting me. All I wanted that time was to have someone to hold, and Sarath was the only one who done just that.
All my desire in life was brushed to one side momentarily as I took over my new role. I was more concerned about the uncertainty and insecurity of my small family. Although it was a big shock for us at the time, but time heals every things. Now Sarath was a more frequent visitor to us. Sarath held regular meetings with me and discussed the problems as well as worked out solutions in the smooth running of our home; Sarath had gained quite a reputation as a member of our family. We gradually became friends and got to know more about each other. Sarath now became my hero when he came to our aid like this. Weeks and months went by as Sarath and I got to know each other better.
I would sometimes invite Sarath over for an evening meal. I was also calling him more frequently for different kinds of help like the children's college matters and financial support for my family in our day-to-day activities. Several times we traveled from one place to another together for different reasons in his car. When we where traveling together in his car, so many time he touched my belly, breasts, and bottom accidentally. Every accidental touch of any part shook me and sent series of shivers down my body. I was expecting his response after each touch but he was amazingly unresponsive. Once Sarath and I went to my children college and there was a cool brisk breeze blowing. It caught the bottom edge of my qameez and lifted it. I felt that for a split second, Sarath saw the usually secret top of my shilwar, my shilwar covered hips.
It was not problem both for us to stay alone in kitchen. As So many times he came and stood close by my side, not too close but close enough when ever I was making coffee or tea for him. So many times he brushed with me or brushed with him, and I was expecting his response after each touch but he was amazingly unresponsive. Self- praise is not recommendation but let me do it that my body was really made for a sin and even a saint would lose his self-control in close proximity to me.
I meaningfully stared passionately into his lovely eyes, he also kept his eyes on me, and sometimes he smiled while looking at me but nothing more than that. Days passed us by.
On different occasions Sarath approached me with small gifts for the children, and me these I accepted with grate thanks. Each time he came to us he made up some business reason. He brought special gifts like chocolates for my children and so on for me perfume, body lotion. I started to hug him lightly whenever he returned from a long visit away. I have to admit, that I wished so many time to let my hands linger a little to feel his body, but I never did try.
Now Sarath was like a member of our family and he used to have dinner at our place often. We talked for hours and I felt so comfortable in his company. We discussed a lot of things, my family, my family problems, and my children. We would sometimes sit in my house late at night alone, and talk but never anything personal. I never saw him in a romantic mood. Once on a rainy night when we were sitting in our drawing room after dinner and were raining like a hell outside, I asked him, " When will you be remarrying, bhya (brother)? Tell me what kind of girl should I look for you?" (This is common in India that sisters search bride for their brothers)
With out any hesitation he answered "Like you." he smiled nonchalantly at smiled nonchalantly at me, I froze for a moment. So, that night I'd seen Sarath eyeing my full breasts for the first time.
"Like Me? What do you mean?" I moistened my lips and asked with a nonspecific smile.
He answered; "I mean pretty, attractive and beautiful like you." I looked stunned at me for a moment, clearly embarrassed. I did not know what to say and stared at me for a few seconds. Then a whimsical smile crinkled my lips as I answered quietly, "Sarath, you make fun of me, Dear. I am not beautiful."
"You are the most beautiful lady in my eyes, you look great to me always!" he said to me passionately.
"Thank you, Sarath!" I uttered quietly. I was blushing from head to toe.
"Only thank is not sufficient, do some thing for me,"
"Sarath, you're doing much for us and I owe you? I don't know how can I repay you?" I walked up and reached for a glass of water from the table beside his.
"No, Bhabi don't say like this, I did nothing for you."
"I admit Sarath, I could do nothing because I'm a woman and know I would have face lot of troubles, if you didn't help me,"
"This is my duty,"
"Anyway but you should tell me, How can I repay you?" I asked again.
"Search a lady for me like you," he replied.
"You put me in trouble, my sister has been married and I don't know where I should go for search woman like me, is there not other way to repay?" I replied him jokingly. I walked up and reached for a glass of water from the table beside him. Sarath touched my arm very lightly and just from his light touch on my arm my heart was pounding and my legs felt weak.
"Ok! Bhabi if you insist so, then I'll tell you at some other time," he replied.
"I may go now its too late now," he said.
"It's ok, as you wish" I said with frustration, when I drunk. I sighed with frustration. Sarath gave me a surprised look and then completely ignored me and walked to the main door of the house left me alone. I wanted ask him to stop but I didn't want him to think of me as a whore. I knew already that I didn't want this to be totally from my side, I wanted him to respect me as he did all the time. I wanted to talk to him. No, that wasn't it. Not really. I wanted to touch him. And, I wanted him to touch me. But he didn't response me and I was thoroughly disappointed and realised that may be I've lost my beauty and I couldn't attract him. So that night when I went to bath room for changing and wanted to use washroom.
" No, I'm still beautiful," as I watched my nudity in the mirror. I was glad to see that my fair body was still much attractive at the age of thirty-six. Though I was 5' 6" tall, my weight never crossed fifty-four. The very least sag of my breasts added ripeness to it. My light pink nipples on my milky white were most prominent. I was really proud of my narrow waist that measured 32 inches. I had almost no tyre like layers of fat like most Indian women of my age have, a very little fat around my waist and that only smoothened the curve from the waist to hips. My belly has nearly flat. Skin on my belly was silky smooth and only blemish it had was the stretch marks from childbirth. But those had become very faint and were barely visible. My thighs were a bit heavy but looked nice. My butts were really heavy, about 38 inches. Though this was a bit too much, as they curved out on the sides and to the back the look was nice. I knew it added sexiness to my body. I felt very proud that my body was undoubtedly the best.
I was wonder that how he had ignore a sexy body like mine. Is he blind? Doesn't he see? Doesn't he like woman? Can't he do? If he doesn't turn near this body, then he is a saint or impotent.
I was sure that He knew I was interested in him, and he had been interested right back. He was toying with me, flirting and playing it cool while I sweated it out. I was debating whether or not to just go over there and attack him. I decided to wait, and make him come to me. I was not going to fold so easily, and the game was becoming too much fun for me.
I changed and slipped into bed. My mind was in turmoil. I wished Sarath were there by my side. I tried but for me, sleep wouldn't come I could not sleep for long that night. My sex was on fire, quivering inside and I was radiating heat and desire. Thinking about Sarath, I explored myself lightly sifting with one hand, while the other squeezed and pinched my tits. My hand reached further down between my legs, which I spread and braced against the door of my tiny hiding place to touch myself.
With one finger I lightly traced the contours of my nether lips, and the gushing wetness from my pussy aided the process. As my fingers brushed against the small fold of skin at the top of my lips, I gasped as a delicious shudder of sensation speared me from my pussy, straight to my tingling nipples and waves of pleasure washed over my body. Squeezing my tits and pinching my nipples harder, I pressed the nub of my clit harder, stroked and circled it with my fingers, plucked at it and flicked it till the nub became hard and firm, and pussy juice streamed out of my cunt.
The torment didn't ease and my fingers slipped further and dipped into my pussy.
I began thrusting a finger slowly in and out of my throbbing cunt, adding another finger to the first one I rubbed my clit with the heel of my palm while my fingers fucked in and out of my sweet, well-used pussy.
A sudden rush of sensation overcame and I had to bite down on my lip to keep from screaming as I climaxed and came with surprising force.
What the hell am I doing," I muttered to myself that night after masturbating three times. I tried every effort a conservative woman like me can do to convey my need for him but Unfortunately, he didn't see me as anything other than his friend's wife. But it didn't stop me dreaming about him.
I am very fond of watching movies. We used to watch movies, but from the time my husband has left for USA so there was no one to accompany me to movie halls. Sarath knew my fondness watching movies so once On Saturday afternoon he offered me to watch movie. I thought that company of Sarath would be a great for watching movie and on one Sunday afternoon Sarath, all kids and I went to a movie. I'd dressed so sexy in red shilwar, black qameez, and red dupata around my shoulder. I thought I was mistaken at first. No, it couldn't be – nor could it? Was he staring at me? It was at first time that I noticed, as I caught him staring and glancing my cleavage hips, and other parts of the body. As we got down in front of the movie hall, I felt very proud walked side by side with him. I never used dress like this but that day I was wearing a red silk shilwar and black qameez, with red dupata, which I had specially tailored for me so it hugged my figure and showed off my small waist and curvy ass to perfection, without being too revealing. As we got down in front of the movie hall, I felt very proud walked side by side with him. I felt thrilled like a woman going out with her husband. Few men and couple looked at us and I knew what they thought, really a nice family.
We were seated in the last row in the upper floor. The floor was almost deserted. When the hero kissed heroine for the first time, he couldn't help touching my hand. I was totally enchanted as he touched the tips of my fingers with his fingers but I thought that was an accident and looked at him. I felt Wonderful as he softly touched my hand. Sarath took my hand in hers and held it tightly. This was an unexpected turn of events the children were too curious and busy watching the movie, to care about Sarath and me.
A little later, I touched his hand softly to let him know that I loved what he did. I wasn't sure how much of my emotions could be shown and gradually disengaged my hand.
As the romantic scenes continued one after the other, he held my hand and massaged it gently in his hand. I felt so very secured at his strong hand. After a while I realised I was completely moist with love, so much so that juices of my love was dripping down my thighs. Once he clutched my thigh with his nails dipping in my skin thorough my shilwar. As the scene was over, both of us realised that we were emotionally and physically carried away too much and withdrew our hands.
As the movie was over, we both rushed to the exit. As we were heading back home, I was getting a turn on thinking of Sarath's masculinity and the enormous size of his manhood. Then I decided to end up all this tonight. We went to home and it was almost 10 pm. I said to him, "Sarath! You're not going home as we have to dinner together."
"Is this a request or an order?" he enquired jokingly.
"This is an order from your Bhabi." I said naughtily and then said,"
After half and hour the children went to sleep. Then I went into the kitchen and made us each a nice cup of tea. We sat and talked while we sipped our tea, and asked him, "Sarath, you didn't tell me, how can I repay you?"
He looked at my eyes and said, "Shall I tell you, Bhabi, how can you repay?
"Yes I'm waiting eagerly," I said.
"You can pay me all my attention I gave you only if you let me kiss you once," he said shyly.
Hear this I became stunned and wonder if he wants kiss me why he waited so long while I've gave him a lot of chances. I was embarrassed and I looked away. But then he moved very close to me. As I kept silent he said, "Please don't say no, I know, I've red your eyes," he said softly, as he said this, my excitement hit the roof. At the same time, I wanted a little pause before taking a plunge into the ocean of forbidden pleasure.
She smiled at the thought. Rahim watched her expression...
Rahim: Sweetheart...what are you thinking about and smiling sheepishly?
Simran: Rahim...we were doing it for 2 hours and you haven't even fucked me. If you do, will you go on for the whole night?
Rahim: Hahaha....i just might baby...and what do u mean if you do fuck me...I am going to fuck you and fuck you real hard!! Not just the whole night but also during the day. I am not going to work tomorrow and Rehana isn't coming back for a couple of days. So it's going to be you and me fucking like rabbits for 2 days and 2 nights.
Simran blushed at Rahim's plan. She wondered what kinky stuff they would end up doing in the next 2 days but she was definitely looking forward to it. Simran got up and went to the bathroom to relieve herself, Rahim followed her.
Simran watched herself in the mirror. Her hair was a mess; she had love bite all over her body especially on her boobs. There was dried cum in her hair, traces of it on her cheeks and neck. She had become a complete slut.
Rahim on the other hand lifted the toilet seat and started peeing. Hearing the sound Simran turned back and watched how Rahim's dick streamed out urine in a strong, uniform flow. His dick was flaccid but still it was larger that Abhinav's.
Simran: Abhinav!!!!
Simran ran out of the bathroom to the living room where her cell phone was. She checked her cell phone for any missed calls. There were none. She was relieved that her husband hadn't called. It was day time in US and her husband would call every few hours. Looks like he was busy.
Rahim came to the living room, Simran turned around to face him.
Rahim: I am very hungry. Do you have anything to eat?
Simran: I am also very hungry. There are leftovers from dinner. Ok for you?
Rahim: Fine with me. Anything which is ready is ok. After all, I don't want to waste my time eating when we can fuck.
Simran laughed at his naughtiness and proceeded towards the kitchen. Rahim watched her as her plump ass swayed from right to left as she walked. He smiled at himself and thought he was the luckiest man alive.
Simran brought some chapatti and sabji in 2 plates and kept it on the dinner table. Rahim had by then switched on the television and was watching something. Rahim sat on the dinner table and looked at the plates.
Rahim: Simran darling...why waste 2 plates? We will have food together in one plate.
Rahim put all the food in one plate, pulled Simran towards him and made her sit on his lap. Simran realized that they both were completely naked in the living room, another new experience.
Rahim took a piece of the chapatti and sabji and ate it. He then brought his mouth to Simran and kissed her. As their lips met, they opened their mouths and Rahim passed on the food from his mouth the Simran's mouth. She loved his style and this process continued till their stomachs were full.
After Simran was done in the kitchen, she came to the living room. Rahim was watching TV. He patted on the couch asking her to sit near him. Simran quietly went and sat next to him. They watched the regular channels for a while, and then Rahim switched to the local cable channel. There was a porn movie on that channel. Simran blushed after watching it and Rahim laughed.
They watched the movie for a couple of minutes. Simran had never watched a porn movie in her entire life and her husband was not kinky enough to show it to her. She always wanted to see one and now Rahim was fulfilling her wish. This was a night of unique experience she thought to herself.
Her chain of thought was broken when she felt a hand grabbing her left breast. She turned her head towards Rahim to look at him. He smiled at her and she blushed. Encouraged by this gesture, Rahim turned to his left and turned Simran so that she was facing him. With his both hands, Rahim started squeezing her boobs. He was squeezing them, weighing them, pinching her nipples. All these actions had an effect on Simran and her breath quickened. Rahim then brought his mouth to her nipples and started sucking her boobs one by one. Simran lay down on the sofa with her head resting on the armrest while Rahim sucked her boobs like a baby. This time he was gentle on her, doing things leisurely rather than the rough and hurried way he was doing before.
He pushed her boobs together till her nipples were adjacent to each other and then he sucked on both of them together. Simran was now moaning, her hands were roaming all over his body. She felt his silky hair; his toned back muscles and brought her hands down to his taut butt.
Simran: Ohhh Rahim...you seriously know how to push my buttons. I didn't know sex could be so amazing before I met you. I am really glad I did this. You are my true lover!!!
Rahim stopped sucking her boobs and went up to her and softly kissed her. Simran responded to his kiss with tenderness.
Rahim: Sweetheart, I wanted to fuck you from the day I saw you and today my dream has come true. You have such a splendid body, it deserves to be worshipped and not ignored. You are an amazing woman Simmi.
Rahim went back to sucking her boobs. Simran realized that he called her Simmi. It sounded so cute. She loved the way it sounded. She was falling for this Adonis like man.
Rahim: Simmi, do you have ice in the fridge?
Simran: Ya...why?
Without answering her Rahim got up and went to the kitchen. He was back in a minute with a vessel carrying ice and chocolate syrup bottle. She realized that Rahim was up to something kinky. Rahim made Simmi sit up straight, with her head resting on the back of the sofa. He went on his knees in front of her. He took an ice cube, put it in his mouth and kissed Simmi. The ice cube juggled between their mouths and melted in a few seconds from the heat of their mouth. As they kissed they could feel their cold tongues soon turning hot with all the action.
Rahim took another ice cube in his hand and started rubbing it on her nipples. The coldness made her nipples extra hard and Simmi arched her back from the mind boggling sensation. He put another ice cube in his mouth and started sucking her boobs.
After a while of sucking, he took another ice cube and put on her navel and rubbed it all over her stomach. Rahim's creative moves was having the right effect on Simmi who was moving towards an orgasm really fast. Rahim took another ice cube and started rubbing on her pussy. He then inserted it in her pussy. This pushed Simmi of the edge and she had a massive orgasm but Rahim held her down firmly and kept sucking her pussy. Rahim looked at Simmi who had just calmed down after her orgasm. He went up to her and kissed her. She licked of her own juices of his face.
Simran then took an ice cube and put it in her mouth. She gestured Rahim to come to her side. As soon as he did that, she grabbed his dick and started sucking on it. Rahim moaned loudly has his sensitive dick head was exposed the ice and also to her warm mouth. Rahim then stood in from of her while she sucked his dick with full vigor. She grabbed his tight butt and forced more and more of his dick in her mouth. She was now getting used to his size and could suck much more than she previously did. Rahim looked on in wonder as the shy, conservative Simmi had turned into nymph sucking his rod like a possessed woman.
Rahim pulled out his dick and lied down on the floor. He gestured Simmi to lie on him with her pussy at his mouth and his dick at her mouth.
Rahim: Simmi, this position is called 69. It will allow us to pleasure each other simultaneously.
Simran: 69...why is it called 69?
Rahim: Because, we look like the number 69 when we are doing it.
Simran looked at their reflection in the glass showcase near them. They really were looking like 69. She laughed at this and wondered how knowledgeable Rahim was in the art of love making. In the meanwhile Rahim took the bottle of chocolate syrup and gave it to Simmi. She knew what to do. She opened the bottle and poured a generous amount to chocolate syrup on his dick and his balls. She spread it across the organ. Rahim then took the bottle and poured a lot of syrup on Simmi's pussy.
They both just went at it. Licking and sucking each others private organs. The chocolate syrup made it sweeter. It mixed with their juices and gave it a unique flavor. They were completely focused on the task at hand as if there was a race where the one who cums first lost.
Simran was gobbling up Rahim's dick as much as she could. She was trying hard to impress her lover with her oral skills. Rahim on the other hand was working equally hard. He bit her clit, Simmi moaned loudly, biting his dick a little, which made him moan as well. Simmi was holding Rahim's ankles, with her long hair all over his crotch and thighs cloaking it from view. Rahim was grabbing Simmi's supple buns and was tongue fucking her, her juices dripping into his face.
Turn by turn they took the chocolate syrup and poured it over each other and kept sucking hard. Rahim's expert licking was bringing Simmi to an orgasm but Rahim showed no signs of it. Simmi was awed with his stamina. Abhinav would last only 10-15 minutes max.
Rahim was fingering her pussy, inserting his middle finger up to the hilt. He brought his other hand and started rubbing her asshole and a little later inserted a little of his thumb into her asshole. The licking, pussy and ass fingering was a little too much for Simmi. She took his dick out of her mouth and screamed in pleasure as a massive orgasm hit her. She almost passed out from the pleasure. She collapsed on his crotch. Rahim stopped sucking her pussy.
A few minutes later, Simmi regained her composure and got down from Rahim's body. They both sat up and started laughing.
Rahim: You lost sweetheart...hahaha....
Simran: Your tongue is no match to anything. I just couldn't keep up with you.
They kissed each other. Simran looked at Rahim's dick. It was still erect. He had not got an orgasm.
Simran: Are you going to keep that erect dick out in the open or are you going to fuck me. I think we have had enough of child's play. Let's go for the real deal!!
Rahim: Hahaha....I think it's time I fuck your brains out. Let's go for it!!!
Simran: Do you have a condom?
Rahim: ...uhhh...I have it but I don't like wearing it...reduces the pleasure. I want to fuck you bareback.
Simran: Ya...I would love that too but the way you dick is behaving I am sure I will get pregnant with just one fuck and I am not on the pill. No pussy till you wear a condom.
Rahim smiled at her and got up. He had condoms of his size in his house. He opened the door and quietly slipped back into his apartment. Simmi laughed as she saw him walk out naked.
While Rahim was away fetching condoms, Simmi watched the clock. It was 2.30 am; their second session lasted more than one and a half hour. Simmi was convinced that they would go on till dawn. She laughed at herself for thinking such things. She wondered how she could go on like that for hours. She thought it was Rahim's effect on her.
Rahim returned with a few condoms in his hands. He locked the door behind him and walked towards her. Simmi got up. They kissed each other hard as if they had been away for days. Rahim picked up Simmi. She locked her legs around his waist and he carried her to the bedroom all the while kissing her. He kept the condoms on the side table and threw her on the bed. After a little kissing and breast sucking, Rahim got up, went to the side table and came back with a condom and handed to Simmi. Simmi was really turned on by the site of a butt naked man with a massive hard on walking towards her with a condom.
She tore the condom packet and carefully removed the condom. Rahim got on the bed while Simmi got on her fours. She was about to put the condom on his dick when he stopped her.
Rahim: I want you to put the condom on my dick with your mouth.
Simmi winked and smiled at him wickedly. She put the condom on her lips making an 'O' shape with her lips. She slowly took his dick in her mouth automatically putting it on the dick. She sucked his dick a few times. She noticed that the condom was strawberry flavored.
Simmi lay down on her back while Rahim got on top of her, his dick lightly touching her clit. He rubbed his dick on her pussy, Simmi moaned at his teasing. Rahim then proceeded to push his dick into her tiny hole. As the dick slowly made its way, Simmi was feeling it stretch her. Her eyes opened wide as her pussy was being torn apart by this monster. Rahim slowly pushed is dick all the way in. It was completely buried in her pussy. Rahim didn't move for a while but was kissing Simmi and sucking her boobs.
After a couple of minutes, he started rocking back and forth. Slow at first, but gaining speed with every thrust. Soon he was at full speed, ramming his dick fast and all the way to the hilt. Simmi was moaning, in fact she was screaming. This was the best fuck of her life.
Simran: Fuck me...Fuck me. Oh my god Rahim, this is awesome. I could do his foreverrr...aaaaahhhhh. You are the best man in the world...a real man...
Simmi's moans encourage Rahim further and he started fucking her even faster. Her tits were juggling so fast that they created an illusion of 2 pair of boobs. She came twice. Rahim slowed down and stopped after a while. He was breathing heavily. He kissed Simmi so hard that he ended up biting her lip and made her bleed. He sucked her tits and bit her nipples. Simmi didn't care about her torn lip, all that mattered was the fucking.
There was a large mirror in the bedroom opposite to the bed. Rahim made Simmi turn around and face the mirror and get on her fours. He positioned himself behind her, his dick just at the entrance of her pussy. They both looked in the mirror and were amazed at the site.
Simmi's boobs were hanging in the air, delicately touching the bed with her ass in the air. Behind her was Rahim with his muscular, hairy chest heaving. Turned on by this view, Rahim rammed his giant hog into her pussy is one swift stroke. Simmi screamed in pleasure at this sudden assault on her pussy. Rahim started to fuck her steadily, getting faster with every stroke. He stopped for a moment and withdrew his dick almost to the edge of the pussy and then rammed it again.
Simmi gasped at this move, sweat trickling down her forehead and her upper lips. Rahim continued this move till Simmi got another orgasm. Rahim got off the bed and picked up Simmi. She locked her legs around his waist while he inserted his dick into her pussy. They were fucking in the stand up position. Rahim was fucking her like this for 10 minutes. She had lost count of the orgasms she received since the fucking started but this guy just wouldn't cum.
They continued fucking in several other positions like against the wall, on the chair, on the table, doggie again, wheel barrow etc. Rahim then again put her on the bed and started fucking her in missionary position. Rahim was now sweating profusely, his body shining with the sweat. Simmi's hand moved all over his muscular torso. She grabbed his ass and pulled further inside. She started pinching and licking his nipples and at the same time, she inserted a finger in his ass. This pushed Rahim off the edge. He moaned loudly as his 2nd orgasm of the night hit him. He kept leaking semen into the condom. His orgasm lasted for a minute. Simmi also came with him. Rahim collapsed on her, they held on to each other tightly as their orgasms passed over them.
After their breaths normalized, they spent some time kissing each other. Rahim picked her up and went to the bathroom. She sat on the commode and urinated while Rahim's dick went in and out of her mouth. Rahim also relieved himself. They then took a shower, slowly cleaning themselves and had another round of hard fucking in the shower.
When they finally came out, Simmi looked at the watch, it was 4.00 am. She smiled at herself. They really did go on till dawn. They slept naked in each others arms. They needed a lot of rest after a 6 hour session and for the 2 days of fucking they were going to enjoy.
The next couple of days, Simmi and Rahim did it almost continuously. They did in the kitchen, living room balcony, all over his house, terrace and car. They just kept on going.
Luck was on their side, when they thought that their 'honeymoon' was coming to an end, Rahim received a message from Rehana that she would stay at her mother's place for another week. Simmi's mother in law also postponed her return by a week. Now they had 7 days and 7 nights to explore each other's body.
Rahim: Simmi baby, are you ready for an extended honeymoon and some really hard fucking?
Simran: Yeah my love and I have also started taking the pill. So now you can fuck me without a condom.
Rahim: I love you jaan (my love)
Simran: I love you too.
They held each others hands as they proceeded to her bedroom for the most memorable week of their lives.
My Husband's Business Partner
My story begins about ten years ago when my husband Ritesh had started the Garment Trade. Soon he met a man named Sarath who was also in the same business, and he was senior in the field so and my husband became friends. Sarath really helped to my husband's Company. Being the same age as myself, Sajad and Sarath had the same ideas about life and Ritesh shared ambitions. They both loved the fast pace of commerce and wanted their pots of gold to be plentiful.
Then one day, my husband told me that he wants to invite Sarath to our house to share a meal together. He told me that he would not sit in drawing room but in lounge. It was so strange for me as my husband never inviting male guest in the house and he keeps me in vial. I don't know how he dare to brought male in home. That day was the turning point of my life and the reason I have to write this story. I am bursting to tell you! To tell the whole world in fact!
Maybe at this point I should tell you something about me. I had grown up in a very small town in a very conservative family so I'm a little religious woman, and like me my husband also interested in religion activities. I don't like to meet male other than our close relatives and I never allowed people to enter my house other than blood relatives.
My body is thin although at the age of 36 and after birth of three children. But have got meat on right places woman should have. My breasts are full and for the most part still as perky as they had been when I was twenty-five. I'm fair skin rather than other Indian women who are dark, with a long nose and regular features though I dressed conservative simply, like most Indian women normally wore shilwar (traditional baggy trousers) Qameez (long traditional shirt) suit. I wore baggy clothes and used Dupatta (head and neck scarf), dbangd around neck and chest to covered myself well. Yet my boobs and bottoms were so generous that they could not be completely hidden from view.
I dressed in my finest but a very simple way. A black traditionally qameez (long shirt) with white shilwar (baggy trouser) and a large white Dupatta (head and neck scarf), dbangd around my neck and chest to cover my chest in the most decent fashion
Sarath was also dressed in a very simple way. White traditionally qameez (long shirt) with white shilwar (baggy trouser).
My husband formally introduced me to him, as I had never met him. Sarath was tall, slim and in excellent shape with wavy black hair, fair skin, light facial hair and hypnotic black deep, large captivated and powerful eyes, Authoritative personality. He was one of the most incredible men I had ever seen in my entire life.
Over the course of the meal Sarath was sitting just opposite me at the table. Sarath made polite conversation with. He lived alone, because sadly his wife died few years back leaving him with two children who are away from him in boarding college. As he told us that many noble ladies hoped to catch his eye for first two years. But From the time of his wife's death until this day, the day that he met us he had not looked at another woman. He told us that he had buried himself within his work.
Time seemed to pass more quickly now. My husband and I did not take a lot of time be convinced about Sarath that he was not a wife seducer, a trouble-monger of ill repute, but a fine upstanding gentleman with extremely honest, loyal, good and jolly decent manners.
He got closer and closer to our family, I felt something for him from when I first saw him, I couldn't tell what? I didn't know what was that sort of fondness, as I never attracted to him or other man sexually as I was always one-man woman not only in my entire life but also in my dreams. No one male impressed me in any way in my life.
So I gave it name of sibling and started call him bhya (brother) and he called me Bhabi (sister-in-law). The children liked him very much. During our meetings, he carefully avoided looking at me. When he spoke to me it was with kindness, respecting my place as his friends wife.
During one meeting, I was watching him, I noted that Sarath didn't wear underwear, as a long, noticeable contour in the inside leg of his shilwar revealed what had to be an eight inch cock at rest. I was getting a turn on thinking of Sarath's masculinity and the enormous size of his manhood. My heart began thumping as I considered what he must be like with a full erection and that was because my husband's near five inch and thin cock. Above all these he never give me the real pleasure of sex, he always left me dry and un satisfied in bed but I never give at much attention because of my natural shyness and conservative mind. For most of our sixteen-year's married life we had treated sex with a reservation. Other than that he was a caring man and a great husband. I had never once regretted marrying.
I don't want but from that day I was found myself always thinking about Sarath and It was when I was in my bed at night; there wasn't a night when I didn't think about him. How I stepped into this New World. I was typical conservative Indian housewife with our set of values. I spent a lot of time thinking about him while he probably had no idea that I wanted him so badly. I love him. I had always loved him but I've done it in silence. I had been feeling guilty because I dream about best friend of my husband.
At that time my frustrations were so painful when I met Sarath I could not look at him because I was frightened of him, frightened of myself, my feelings for him. He never bothered to pester us with uninvited intrusions to our house, although I wanted to meet him every time, every day, but not meet him. I was like a tormented child. I had no explanation what this man did to me; all I knew was that I was dying to make this man mine and there was no way in the world it could be possible. I could not foresee any way of achieving that.
Ritesh got a huge loss in his business because of over investing when the market was dead. Before he could control, it was too late his business was beyond irretrievability. Ritesh had fought his business with everything he had. Then, just as surprising he decided to go to America to seek his fortune. In many respects, it was the best of times and, naturally, the worst of times. But the problem was that he needed to leave us behind all alone during his stay in the states.
My husband Ritesh had lost his parents. Although my' parents were available for our care. But in Indian custom, the parents or relatives of the female would not stay with their daughter and son-in-law. My husband turned to Sarath, his very good friend and adopted brother for help. I was a little uncomfortable about this situation because I was not sure how I'd keep distance from Sarath, but agreed with my husband after a little argument. My husband was fully convinced that Sarath was a thorough gentleman and not a scoundrel or opportunist at all. Thus, he asked him to take care of us in his absence. Needless to say, he willingly stepped into the breech to be a good caretaker and helper towards us in case of our need during my husband absence.
He assured us that he would do his utmost to make sure that all our needs, and attention. My husband thanked him profusely for being such a good friend and benefactor and told me and the children to look to Sarath for love and guardianship until he came back for us, that Sarath had promised to take care of our needs.
Ritesh went to the USA but didn't t inform us of his arrival to the states. It was so strange not to hear from him. We feared the worst. We tried to get information but couldn't and after a month he himself informed us by telephone that he had been caught by the US immigration and has gone to be imprisoned for seven years.
The incidence was a big shock for us. We had to face lot of problems, and it had paralyzed me. I sobbed in the nights, mourning for my husband and my misfortune. I moped around the house, hardly doing anything, hardly going anywhere. For the next few months, Sarath helped me with all the things that I had to do while at the same time comforting me. All I wanted that time was to have someone to hold, and Sarath was the only one who done just that.
All my desire in life was brushed to one side momentarily as I took over my new role. I was more concerned about the uncertainty and insecurity of my small family. Although it was a big shock for us at the time, but time heals every things. Now Sarath was a more frequent visitor to us. Sarath held regular meetings with me and discussed the problems as well as worked out solutions in the smooth running of our home; Sarath had gained quite a reputation as a member of our family. We gradually became friends and got to know more about each other. Sarath now became my hero when he came to our aid like this. Weeks and months went by as Sarath and I got to know each other better.
I would sometimes invite Sarath over for an evening meal. I was also calling him more frequently for different kinds of help like the children's college matters and financial support for my family in our day-to-day activities. Several times we traveled from one place to another together for different reasons in his car. When we where traveling together in his car, so many time he touched my belly, breasts, and bottom accidentally. Every accidental touch of any part shook me and sent series of shivers down my body. I was expecting his response after each touch but he was amazingly unresponsive. Once Sarath and I went to my children college and there was a cool brisk breeze blowing. It caught the bottom edge of my qameez and lifted it. I felt that for a split second, Sarath saw the usually secret top of my shilwar, my shilwar covered hips.
It was not problem both for us to stay alone in kitchen. As So many times he came and stood close by my side, not too close but close enough when ever I was making coffee or tea for him. So many times he brushed with me or brushed with him, and I was expecting his response after each touch but he was amazingly unresponsive. Self- praise is not recommendation but let me do it that my body was really made for a sin and even a saint would lose his self-control in close proximity to me.
I meaningfully stared passionately into his lovely eyes, he also kept his eyes on me, and sometimes he smiled while looking at me but nothing more than that. Days passed us by.
On different occasions Sarath approached me with small gifts for the children, and me these I accepted with grate thanks. Each time he came to us he made up some business reason. He brought special gifts like chocolates for my children and so on for me perfume, body lotion. I started to hug him lightly whenever he returned from a long visit away. I have to admit, that I wished so many time to let my hands linger a little to feel his body, but I never did try.
Now Sarath was like a member of our family and he used to have dinner at our place often. We talked for hours and I felt so comfortable in his company. We discussed a lot of things, my family, my family problems, and my children. We would sometimes sit in my house late at night alone, and talk but never anything personal. I never saw him in a romantic mood. Once on a rainy night when we were sitting in our drawing room after dinner and were raining like a hell outside, I asked him, " When will you be remarrying, bhya (brother)? Tell me what kind of girl should I look for you?" (This is common in India that sisters search bride for their brothers)
With out any hesitation he answered "Like you." he smiled nonchalantly at smiled nonchalantly at me, I froze for a moment. So, that night I'd seen Sarath eyeing my full breasts for the first time.
"Like Me? What do you mean?" I moistened my lips and asked with a nonspecific smile.
He answered; "I mean pretty, attractive and beautiful like you." I looked stunned at me for a moment, clearly embarrassed. I did not know what to say and stared at me for a few seconds. Then a whimsical smile crinkled my lips as I answered quietly, "Sarath, you make fun of me, Dear. I am not beautiful."
"You are the most beautiful lady in my eyes, you look great to me always!" he said to me passionately.
"Thank you, Sarath!" I uttered quietly. I was blushing from head to toe.
"Only thank is not sufficient, do some thing for me,"
"Sarath, you're doing much for us and I owe you? I don't know how can I repay you?" I walked up and reached for a glass of water from the table beside his.
"No, Bhabi don't say like this, I did nothing for you."
"I admit Sarath, I could do nothing because I'm a woman and know I would have face lot of troubles, if you didn't help me,"
"This is my duty,"
"Anyway but you should tell me, How can I repay you?" I asked again.
"Search a lady for me like you," he replied.
"You put me in trouble, my sister has been married and I don't know where I should go for search woman like me, is there not other way to repay?" I replied him jokingly. I walked up and reached for a glass of water from the table beside him. Sarath touched my arm very lightly and just from his light touch on my arm my heart was pounding and my legs felt weak.
"Ok! Bhabi if you insist so, then I'll tell you at some other time," he replied.
"I may go now its too late now," he said.
"It's ok, as you wish" I said with frustration, when I drunk. I sighed with frustration. Sarath gave me a surprised look and then completely ignored me and walked to the main door of the house left me alone. I wanted ask him to stop but I didn't want him to think of me as a whore. I knew already that I didn't want this to be totally from my side, I wanted him to respect me as he did all the time. I wanted to talk to him. No, that wasn't it. Not really. I wanted to touch him. And, I wanted him to touch me. But he didn't response me and I was thoroughly disappointed and realised that may be I've lost my beauty and I couldn't attract him. So that night when I went to bath room for changing and wanted to use washroom.
" No, I'm still beautiful," as I watched my nudity in the mirror. I was glad to see that my fair body was still much attractive at the age of thirty-six. Though I was 5' 6" tall, my weight never crossed fifty-four. The very least sag of my breasts added ripeness to it. My light pink nipples on my milky white were most prominent. I was really proud of my narrow waist that measured 32 inches. I had almost no tyre like layers of fat like most Indian women of my age have, a very little fat around my waist and that only smoothened the curve from the waist to hips. My belly has nearly flat. Skin on my belly was silky smooth and only blemish it had was the stretch marks from childbirth. But those had become very faint and were barely visible. My thighs were a bit heavy but looked nice. My butts were really heavy, about 38 inches. Though this was a bit too much, as they curved out on the sides and to the back the look was nice. I knew it added sexiness to my body. I felt very proud that my body was undoubtedly the best.
I was wonder that how he had ignore a sexy body like mine. Is he blind? Doesn't he see? Doesn't he like woman? Can't he do? If he doesn't turn near this body, then he is a saint or impotent.
I was sure that He knew I was interested in him, and he had been interested right back. He was toying with me, flirting and playing it cool while I sweated it out. I was debating whether or not to just go over there and attack him. I decided to wait, and make him come to me. I was not going to fold so easily, and the game was becoming too much fun for me.
I changed and slipped into bed. My mind was in turmoil. I wished Sarath were there by my side. I tried but for me, sleep wouldn't come I could not sleep for long that night. My sex was on fire, quivering inside and I was radiating heat and desire. Thinking about Sarath, I explored myself lightly sifting with one hand, while the other squeezed and pinched my tits. My hand reached further down between my legs, which I spread and braced against the door of my tiny hiding place to touch myself.
With one finger I lightly traced the contours of my nether lips, and the gushing wetness from my pussy aided the process. As my fingers brushed against the small fold of skin at the top of my lips, I gasped as a delicious shudder of sensation speared me from my pussy, straight to my tingling nipples and waves of pleasure washed over my body. Squeezing my tits and pinching my nipples harder, I pressed the nub of my clit harder, stroked and circled it with my fingers, plucked at it and flicked it till the nub became hard and firm, and pussy juice streamed out of my cunt.
The torment didn't ease and my fingers slipped further and dipped into my pussy.
I began thrusting a finger slowly in and out of my throbbing cunt, adding another finger to the first one I rubbed my clit with the heel of my palm while my fingers fucked in and out of my sweet, well-used pussy.
A sudden rush of sensation overcame and I had to bite down on my lip to keep from screaming as I climaxed and came with surprising force.
What the hell am I doing," I muttered to myself that night after masturbating three times. I tried every effort a conservative woman like me can do to convey my need for him but Unfortunately, he didn't see me as anything other than his friend's wife. But it didn't stop me dreaming about him.
I am very fond of watching movies. We used to watch movies, but from the time my husband has left for USA so there was no one to accompany me to movie halls. Sarath knew my fondness watching movies so once On Saturday afternoon he offered me to watch movie. I thought that company of Sarath would be a great for watching movie and on one Sunday afternoon Sarath, all kids and I went to a movie. I'd dressed so sexy in red shilwar, black qameez, and red dupata around my shoulder. I thought I was mistaken at first. No, it couldn't be – nor could it? Was he staring at me? It was at first time that I noticed, as I caught him staring and glancing my cleavage hips, and other parts of the body. As we got down in front of the movie hall, I felt very proud walked side by side with him. I never used dress like this but that day I was wearing a red silk shilwar and black qameez, with red dupata, which I had specially tailored for me so it hugged my figure and showed off my small waist and curvy ass to perfection, without being too revealing. As we got down in front of the movie hall, I felt very proud walked side by side with him. I felt thrilled like a woman going out with her husband. Few men and couple looked at us and I knew what they thought, really a nice family.
We were seated in the last row in the upper floor. The floor was almost deserted. When the hero kissed heroine for the first time, he couldn't help touching my hand. I was totally enchanted as he touched the tips of my fingers with his fingers but I thought that was an accident and looked at him. I felt Wonderful as he softly touched my hand. Sarath took my hand in hers and held it tightly. This was an unexpected turn of events the children were too curious and busy watching the movie, to care about Sarath and me.
A little later, I touched his hand softly to let him know that I loved what he did. I wasn't sure how much of my emotions could be shown and gradually disengaged my hand.
As the romantic scenes continued one after the other, he held my hand and massaged it gently in his hand. I felt so very secured at his strong hand. After a while I realised I was completely moist with love, so much so that juices of my love was dripping down my thighs. Once he clutched my thigh with his nails dipping in my skin thorough my shilwar. As the scene was over, both of us realised that we were emotionally and physically carried away too much and withdrew our hands.
As the movie was over, we both rushed to the exit. As we were heading back home, I was getting a turn on thinking of Sarath's masculinity and the enormous size of his manhood. Then I decided to end up all this tonight. We went to home and it was almost 10 pm. I said to him, "Sarath! You're not going home as we have to dinner together."
"Is this a request or an order?" he enquired jokingly.
"This is an order from your Bhabi." I said naughtily and then said,"
After half and hour the children went to sleep. Then I went into the kitchen and made us each a nice cup of tea. We sat and talked while we sipped our tea, and asked him, "Sarath, you didn't tell me, how can I repay you?"
He looked at my eyes and said, "Shall I tell you, Bhabi, how can you repay?
"Yes I'm waiting eagerly," I said.
"You can pay me all my attention I gave you only if you let me kiss you once," he said shyly.
Hear this I became stunned and wonder if he wants kiss me why he waited so long while I've gave him a lot of chances. I was embarrassed and I looked away. But then he moved very close to me. As I kept silent he said, "Please don't say no, I know, I've red your eyes," he said softly, as he said this, my excitement hit the roof. At the same time, I wanted a little pause before taking a plunge into the ocean of forbidden pleasure.
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