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.

THE END.
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10-01-2019, 10:56 PM
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), draped
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),
draped 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 school. 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 school 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
school 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.

Its true I was waiting for him to make

the first move. But didn't know it
would came too quickly. I didn't know
what to say. All I could do was to
stammer," Do you think this is a
worth?" I asked him.

He gave a broad smile, "its worth

more than you think." he replied,
Slowly he grabbed my hand, he
pulled me to him, he kissed me on
my cheeks and I snuggled up close
to him. Immediately I felt his warmth
and I was breathing. My body
molded into him and I savoured the
feel of warm body. We groped each
other for a few minutes; it was an
almost strange emotion for me, as I
hadn't touched someone with any
sort of affection my entire life. I lifted
my head, brought my mouth on his
lips offering them to him. Then he
pulled me in his strong arms and
kissed me deeply in my lips. His kiss
was so passionate that I immediately
lost control and the kiss turned wild.
My lips parted and I stuck my tongue
in his mouth. My darting tongue
made him wild and as his tongue
moved in my mouth, His tongue
played with mine and his one hands
sought out my breasts, my nipples
rock-hard under my thin qameez,
and his other hand pressed my butt
through the thin fabric of the shilwar,
qameez. I never experienced such
vigor in a man's physical love and
felt as if I was being swept away by a
tidal wave. Now that was my turn so
my tongue went into his mouth and
our tongues swirled around each
other's mouth. I grabbed the back of
his head, forcing me to kiss him
harder as I continued rubbing my
cunt against him. My breasts were
crushed against him. He took my
hand and placed it on the big,
gigantic cock in his shilwar, I touched
his strong manhood, which was
almost bursting out through his
shilwar. As the kiss and fondling each
other continued, my passion grew
stronger and I gasped, it felt so good
I felt like I could cum right there.

He turned me and came up behind

me and kissed my neck. He stroked
my ass, cupping his hands around it,
whispering, "I love you Bhabi (sister-
in –law). I could feel his hard cock
through his shilwar pressing against
my ass and he started humping me
slowly, his lips tracing electric
current along my neck. His fingers
played with my nipples, which
ached, for his kisses.

"Ummm" I moaned, "Tell me Sarath.

Tell me what you want to do to me" I
looked back him in the face.

"I want to fuck you," he whispered

softly and breathing deeply.

"Do me what you want," I turned and

held him in my arms and placed his
head on my breasts. With only the
soft fabric of qameez and between
his face and my breasts, he nudged
my breasts with his nose and lips.
Such an affectionate touch of a man
was such a new thing for me that I
was overwhelmed in joy. I showed
my affection by running my fingers
through the thick hair on his head
and softly patting his back. I was
shaking and my shilwar was dripping
wet. It took all of my will to wait one
more minute, then I could not control
myself any longer, I had to have him,
now. So I whispered in his ear, "It's
better we move to bedroom."

"Yes, lets we move," he said and

lifted me up into his arms like I'm
weightless doll and walked towards
the bedroom As he did, I put my
arms around his neck. As soon as we
were inside I threw my arms around
his neck and kissed him
passionately, saying, you are
welcome to my bed." he kissed me
back. Once we entered in room, He
pulled me on top of him, my breasts
pressing against his chest as his
hands gripped my ass and squeezed
hard. His cock was pressing eagerly
between my thighs against my
pussy, feeling wet but was it he or
me that was making me wet.

We kissed hard and deep one of his

hands on my back as the other
pushed under my shilwar to feel my
butt crack and buttocks.

He started kissing all over my face

like a hungry animal then I teased
him by saying, "I am now quite aged,
dear. Do you really fancy this old
woman's body?"

"Who said you are old?" he retorted.

"To me you are the prettiest woman."

I was damn elated at his praise but

hiding my feeling told him, "Then tell
me why you waited so long?" I
asked.

He said, "I love you but not like that,

you know? Your husband's been my
best friend for a long time and I just
don't want to lose him,"

I wanted to see his cock; I raised

myself up and unknotted his shilwar.
I slide his shilwar when he lifted his
hips to help me and I finally took it
off, and as I pushed him away
slightly I got my first view of his fully
erect dick. Wow, what a gigantic size
it had! It was thick and beautiful, the
veins in the shaft large and strong.
His head was a swollen purple-red,
pre-cum beginning to ooze from the
tip. His balls hung low, hairless as
the rest of his pubic area. He was
clean-shaven, and like my self, took
great care in removing every hair
from the genitalia. And it was so
thick! I tried to encircle it with my
fingers, but failed. Anyhow I took his
cock and slowly began to move his
dick back and forth my thumb
caressing the tip of his cock' head.
He in turn was fondling my covered
breasts and playing with bum crack.

He whispered in my ears "Please let

me see your lotus bud fully open,
Bhabi," I took off my qameez, folded
it and then made no move to
undress. His eyes widened to see my
breasts, my erect nipples showing
through the silky material of my bra.
He took me in his arms. I was
completely swept away by his manly
embrace and as he put his lips on
mine, I welcomed him by parting my
lips. While he kissed me with
enormous strength, he
unsuccessfully fiddled with my bra
hooks. Taking my hand behind I
unhooked my bra. As he pulled the
bra out, I pushed my breasts forward
as if I was offering my treasured
mounds to a deity.

He gave an amazed look at my

breasts and adoringly touched them
with his hands. He took his time to
observe every square inch of my tits
and very lovingly moved his fingers
over them. He very lightly licked the
silky smooth skin of my breasts and
that sent shiver down my spine. He
looked fascinated with my long
nipples and started sucking it. This
ignited fire in me and I pressed his
head hard on my tit and fiercely
pulled at his hair. He alternated his
licking and pressing between the two
boobs and I deeply moaned. His Skill
of licking my nipples with his tongue,
made me wild and I urged him to
bite hard and tear the nipples off. He
did bite me hard and I screamed in
pleasure.

He demanded that I take off my

shilwar to let him see me completely
naked. I unknotted my shilwar string
allowing it drop at my feet. Now I
was naked before him, totally as
naked as the day I was born. I want
to correct that this is a country
where still arranged marriage are
still the rule. The couple doesn't
even see each other until the
wedding night, majority of the
couples even don't see each other
naked when they fuck, may be
thousands young people are starting
to find their own matches and
experiment with sex but this country
of more the one billon peoples.

Now he laid me on my bed on my

back and sat between in my spread
legs as I was expecting him to fuck
me now but he bent on my belly and
his mouth moved down kissing and
licking all over my belly. He spent a
lot of time licking inside my deep
navel. I was moaning breathlessly.
He tightly pressed and squeezed the
fleshy waves and curves around my
hips.

He went down to my thighs and hid

his face between my thighs and
rubbed his face all over it. I was
wishing and dying for his mouth to
reach my pussy.

He touched my pussy with his lips. It

was like he gave me an electric
shock! I bounced up off the bed
shaking the bed violently. I asked
wildly, "Sarath, what are you going
to do? Are you going to kiss between
my thighs?" My heart nearly stopped
that I have never touched there by
tongue.

He said to me excitedly " yes, Bhabi

You will love it," he assured me
looking up "I'm going to lick and suck
your pussy my sweet Bhabi, I have
found the treasure, for which I was
dying for, for so many years, Lay
back and let me have a feast, for
what I see here it's going to be a
scrumptious meal!"

I giggled excitedly and said, "This is

dirty Sarath, don't do this," but in my
heart I was praying for him not to
stop," in my heart I was saying to
him, " that is Bhabi's cunt, it is yours
and your mouth feels so good on it.
Eat it! Lick it! Taste it and suck it
well! Drink all my juices they are
yours too. For years too, I have been
longing for this kind of loving
attention from you.

He dived again into my pussy and

pressed his lips very hard onto the
middle of my pussy in a very hot,
deep kiss. Then he went on kissing
all over my love triangle. I think he
must have planted at least one
hundred kisses all over it. Then, from
the bottom of my pussy he ran his
tongue licking deeply and forcefully
upward. My whole body jerks and
quiver. I was yelling in utmost
ecstasy. He continued his licking and
wiping my entire vulva with his
tongue several times. I went into a
state of trance and I could feel my
cunt muscles get tensed and
relaxed.

I said: " Sarath, my husband never

did this to me before and I can't tell
you how good that feels. You know
all erotic spots in the body of a
woman to arouse her. Don't stop it is
so exquisite. You are strumming all
my nerve ends. It is excitement I am
experiencing new way of life."I was
about to cum in his mouth; I thought
time was right to get fucked. I
moaned "Oohhh Please, Sarath" I
pleaded "Don't tease me any more
do it. Do it now' I started beating his
butt with my feet and almost sobbed
in frustration.

"Don't worry, I'll fuck you till you

scream, Bhabi, you can be sure of
that. "
He quickly moved over me, on top of
me between my widespread thighs,
and rested the head of his cock at
my entrance. I spread my thighs
wide as could as I do for him. He
started rubbing his hard cock into
my slimy slit, teasing me. "Do it
now" I said in a half whisper

But he didn't hear me and was

rubbing his hard cock into my slimy
slit, teasing me. "Stop teasing me
and put it in Me." and once again I
reached down feverishly to grip his
hard erect cock, placing his cock
head in my pussy hole.

I felt his knob and bucked my pussy

up to meet it. My hands reached
over his hips as he slowly started
enter into me. He finally he gave a
bit more force and pushed really
hard and the huge thing penetrated
me. It pained a lot and as he pushed
the whole gigantic thing fully in I felt
that as if my passage would tear
open. At the same time it gave a
maddening pleasure to me, I
shrieked and a strong Aaaahhhh
sound came out of my mouth. Oh,
what a strong thrust it was. "Oh
yeah. That was good. I needed that."
I said, breathless. I hooked my leg
and my heel dug into his back.

He slowly thrust in and out, in and

out. I moved my legs a little more
widely for him. So he could get all
the way in he grabbed my leg and
bent my knee and brought it by his
side. He pumped back and forth with
a slow pace several times, Very
slowly all the way out and all the
way back in. I was sighing and
gripping me tightly, my legs striking
the air at each gentle inward thrust. I
felt his knob knocking on the door of
my womb, which made me grunt. He
was getting now pace. I felt that my
cunt sucked his cock like a baby
sucking a feeder nipple.

He kept moving within me, in a

steadily increasing pace. I felt like he
was getting harder and harder inside
of me. I loved the feeling of his cock
sliding into me; I felt extreme sexual
pleasure the way he was sliding.

"Bhabi, your pussy is so fucking

tight, I could stay in you forever, "
gasped Sarath as he continued to
flick his cock like bit of flesh at the
entrance to my pussy.

"Yes and I 'm proud of it but you've

also a thing to be proud, Sarath."

"I think your husband left you sleep

too much in nights," he again teased
me.
"And what you have in mind?"

"Yes! Bhabi, I wanted you're little

pussy from the day I saw you first.
And would try my best to show you
how I want you," He told me how he
had been watching me and wanting
me from the day he had first set
eyes on me. . Sarath grabbed my
legs and pushed them so that my
knees were bent against my tits. I
was wide open now for him. He
thrust me deep. My hips lifted off the
bed and my leg tensed on his
shoulder.

I couldn't stop myself to confess,

"You don't know, Sarath, that all that
time, you were the one I wanted. You
have always made me feel horny. I
have always wanted you since you
first sat opposite to me at our dinner
table. Even with Ritesh there in the
room my knickers were getting wet
thinking what you could do to me."

I became wonder when he stopped

and pulled his cock from my pussy
so I shouted," what are you doing?"

"Be patient" he replied.

" Turn around, Bhabi, Get on your

knees, I want to fuck you from
behind.

I turned over and bent on my knees

upping my ass like doggy. "Like
this?" I asked.