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I had paused the movie on the video player prior, as soon as I started conversing with Gouri. She stood erect now and was not getting courage to look into my eyes.

Me: Gouri, tell me the truth and then I will not let your parents know anything, but truth. I only saw a part of it, but you must have seen the whole movie?

Gouri did not raise her eyes and nodded affirmatively.

Me: Tell me the story.

Gouri: Didi err... its mostly... I mean there is no...

She was stammering and I stepped in with a strong command.

Me: Whatever is the story just tell me.

Gouri: Okay Didi. Please don't get angry. I am telling. Actually there is a girl who came for an outing at a sea beach with her family. She has two more sisters and here they meet another group and become friendly with them. The three sisters have an affair with the three boys of that group. Even the parents were shown to have affairs. Didi there is nothing in the story.

Gouri told the entire thing looking at the floor and I was getting an eccentric feeling of supremacy over this sweet teenager girl which appears barely 19-20 years old.

Me: Which part did you like the best Gouri?

Gouri: Didi I told you its very boring, only full of those scenes. I didn't like the film at all.

Me: Then why had you opened your pajama?

Gouri: Didi err... I actually... I told you I wanted to go to....

She was stammering and trying to voice a confident reply, but I did not give her any chance to do that.

Me: Am I to believe that each time you go to the bathroom, you remove the lower part of your dress?

Gouri kept her head down and stood dumb.

Me: I want to know the truth.

Gouri: Didi actually, I mean, I was feeling very restless and hot seeing the scenes and so...

Me: How many times have you seen it?

Gouri: This was the second time. I swear Didi.

Me: When did you watch it first time?

She again kept dumb and was twitching her lips with her teeth. I was also feeling a circulatory boost within my blood vessels, as I was as if interrogating this sexy chick.

Gouri: Didi, please don't tell mom. She would beat me to death.

Me: I will not till the time you reply me.

I tried to sound very strict.

Gouri: Last evening, mom went shopping and dad was in the study and then I watched it.

Me: Did you get the same feeling like today?

Gouri: Yes Didi.

Me: You opened your pajama yesterday also?

I knew I was going a bit too far and asking too many private questions to this teenager, but I felt great thrill in cross-examining her. Gouri's face turned visibly red at this question and his hands automatically crossed in front of her pussy. Gouri nodded her head in negation.

Me: Tell the truth Gouri.

Gouri: Didi I am telling the truth. Yesterday evening I was wearing a skirt, so...

Me: Okay, say that.

I realized she must have fingered and rubbed her pussy pulling up her skirt.

Me: Gouri, do one thing. You just forward the movie to the portion, which you liked the most. Here is the remote.

I handed her the remote and she was obviously tentative about doing that, but I portrayed a very strict appearance and commanding mode such that it looked very real. She took the remote, but was still thinking.

Me: What happened?

Gouri: Didi the film is full of those scenes.

Me: But you enjoyed them, isn't it? I want to see which part you enjoyed the most. Don't panic. I will not tell you anything. Just fast forward to that scene.

Though Gouri was hesitant, but did not have the courage probably to drag the conversation further. She started fast forwarding the video and stopped after a while and pressed on the "play" button. The movie rolled on and both of us were concentrating on the television screen. Gouri stopped the movie at a place where a girl was walking on the sea beach with a boy. Both were teenagers [barely 19 year old]. It was not the same actress, whom I was watching when Gouri was in the toilet. She must be the sister of that girl, I presumed. She was walking uncomfortably on the beach as her miniskirt was rising time and again due to the wind and exposing her legs. She was trying to cover her properly when the boy suggested her to sit on the beach. The girl liked the idea, but as she sat on the sand, the stiff wind raised her skirt so much that her panty-covered ass was flashed on the screen.

I looked at Gouri from the corner of my eye and she was already breathing heavier and her hand on her pelvic area. I concentrated back on the TV screen. The girl could not even sit properly that the boy jumped on her and started pulling up her dress from everywhere. It looked so odd and it was clearly meant for male audience pleasure I understood, as time and again the girl's skirt was pulled up to her waist by the boy exposing her white panty. Though the girl was trying to keep her skirt down, the effort was not enough. Within moments the girl's top flew in the wind on the beach and her upper part was only clad in a white brassiere. Though she appeared like a teenager, I noted she had full boobs and they were abundantly groped and massaged by the boy on the open beach. The boy was now kissing the girl and also cupping her ripe mangoes over her bra.

I again took my eyes off the television screen to look at Gouri only to find that both of us were watching the movie with our hands on our respective pussies. There was no difference in our approach - myself being married or Gouri being a virgin. The fire in me was still there because of what Gouri's father did to me some minutes prior and seeing all these hot activities, I again started feeling the tightness within my blouse and the itching in my vagina.

The scene continued and I noticed Gouri's eyes wide open and glued to the screen. And why not? Even if I had the opportunity to watch this sort of pron at my teenage, I would get the same thrill. The boy was off of his jeans and T-shirt and was down to his shorts and the actress was almost naked except for her white inner wears. The boy was already in the fucking position with the girl below him and gyrating his hips very provocatively on her pelvis and squeezing her ample boobs with both hands. The camera was sometimes zooming on the girl's face, boobs, and within the gap of her legs being parted below the boy's legs and she was uttering all kinds of sexual sounds.

Me: Decrease the sound.

Gouri immediately controlled the volume so that sound did not go outside the room and she was so engrossed watching this hot sequence that she did not even bother to look at me. In no time the television screen became a sexual ground with the girl was stripped completely naked and the boy also threw off his shorts and took out his lund. Seeing a male penis made me very excited again and the boy was all ready to penetrate her on the open beach. I wondered where it was shot. The beach though looked empty, the girl and the boy were now absolutely naked. I was really not ware that our desi actors and actresses have become so bold and hot scenes like these are shot in the open! The camera was showing the girls' pussy in close up, but I was dying to see the actor's penis, but that was rarely shown. Strangely the fucking scene did not continue for long and abruptly the next scene showed two girls on bed chatting.

Gouri: Didi, the scene is over.

Me: I can see that.

I was a bit dejected for the short longevity of the fucking session, but there was more waiting for me. The two girls chatting readily turned into a long and erotic lesbian scene and honestly for the first time in my life I was seeing lesbianism and that too with desi girls like us! Both girls were wearing nighty, but of course very sexy types exposing a lot of flesh. They came closer and started kissing each other and each one was squeezing each other's boobs simultaneously making things look extremely obscene. The kissing was so slow and teasing, each girl licking and sucking the other girls' lips, I was slowly getting wet within my panty now. A girl kissing a girl -- I had never seen this and I could realize my heart was beating faster and seeing this after the initial fucking scene on the beach, unknowingly both my hands went to my heavy bosom and started tracing and twisting my nipples over my sari and blouse. I could even hear my own heart beat!

I looked at Gouri and she was no different. She also was breathing deeply and her boobs were now looking even sexier in her tight kurta going up and down. I turned to the movie again. The two girls were crossing all limits now. They had opened their nighties and were clad only in their panties now. They both had good-sized boobs and were looking extremely appealing in topless condition on bed. Their naked and freely hanging boobs were swaying and jerking at every movement and each girl in turn were pinching each others' nipples. Things looked really hot and wild when they started licking each other's bare boobs and squeezed each other's buttocks over their panties.

Right at that moment, a very weird idea struck me. Though for a moment I thought I should not proceed with it, but considering the compromising position Gouri was in, I thought to go ahead with it. Honestly, I wanted to experience this new approach of excitement I was seeing on screen. The girls displayed heights of shamelessness when they pulled each other's panties down and started licking each other's pussies. I must admit I was getting excited by the moment seeing this desi lesbianism. I made up my mind.

Me: Gouri.

I tried to speak in a strong cold voice, but my sexual thrill inside made my voice tremble. Gouri was also not prepared for a word from me right at the middle of this blow hot scene. So she was a bit startled and looked up at me questionably.

Me: Come here.

Gouri came forward and stood exactly in front of me.

Me: I have decided that I will divulge to your parents about your watching these dirty materials. It's the question of your studies, I cannot compro... .

Gouri: Didi, please. What happened? Did I do anything wrong now? Please do not do such a thing. My mom will kill me. Didi please.

Me: No, no. I cannot let you go.

Gouri almost was begging me for a let off now. She held both my hands and was pleading me.

Gouri: Didi, please. Mom will make my life hell if she comes to know about this. I will do anything for you Didi. Please Didi don't tell...

Me: Okay, okay. I can let you go on one condition.

Gouri: I will do it, but please Didi, don't tell mom.

Me: Gouri I want you to enact the scene here that's going on in the movie.

Gouri looked very puzzled. She was looking blank almost.

Gouri: W-h-a-t?

I looked at her eyes and tried to look as firm as possible.

Me: You do what you see on TV.

Gouri: Didi, I did not get you fully. You mean...

Me: Yes Gouri. If you are so interested in watching these, I feel you must be equally interested in doing so. Right?

 

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Gouri looked with a very surprised face at me. She could not expect this sort of an approach from me I could realize very well. But for me the itching of my pussy is more important now than what this teenager thinks about me.

Gouri: Didi you mean I will do what the girls are doing in the movie?

Me: Yes and hurry up. Otherwise...

I did not have to complete my sentence as Gouri agreed readily now.

Gouri: Okay Didi. I will do it. Will do it.

She was in a mixture of excitement, panic, and anxiousness regarding the whole subject.

Me: Get the video at the beginning of this scene.

Now I started to act quickly. I got up on the bed and indicated her to follow me. She started rewinding the video to the end of the beach fucking scene and paused there. She then followed suit and got up on the bed. The bed was a double bed and large sized. As she crawled on her knees on the bed to come near me, I saw her kurta's neckline hung low exposing her tight biggies.

Me: You have a nice figure.

Gouri could not even speak anything now. Her face was clearly saying that she was so very apprehensive at my approach. She just nodded.

I know pretty soon once she starts dating and with the introduction of a boyfriend, her boobs would certainly grow to larger size.

Me: Turn on the video in slow motion and you do exactly what you see on screen. Okay Gouri?

Gouri: Okay Didi.

Gouri was still evidently hesitant and I had to take the command of the situation. The video started in slow motion and the two girls were again seen lying in bed chatting among them. I pulled Gouri close to my body with somewhat trembling hands. My heart was thumping, as I was about to get into my first lesbian experience. Never ever in my life did I think of this, but today due to the situational urge I dragged myself into it. I was not only feeling quite nervous now, but also a bit shaky though Gouri had lowered her eyes as I touched her. Her pretty face was turning red and her palms were cold, I guess out of anxiousness. The sexual heat and drive within me took my mind's control and I in turn took Gouri in my control.

In the movie, the girls were now close enough and started embracing each other. I hugged Gouri and felt her young perky boobs almost bounced off my matured heavy bosom. She was very hesitant to hold me and I forced her to hold my blouse covered back and we started feeling each other's bodies.

Gouri: Didi I am feeling very uncomfortable.

She almost whispered in my ears. I hugged her more close to my body and assured her.

Me: If you did not feel uncomfortable watching it, why are you feeling ashamed now? Just watch the movie and not think of anything else.

Saying that I brushed my cheeks on hers. Her skin was extremely smooth, the fragrance of youth advertised on every part of her body. The girls on the movie had already started kissing now, but I did not have the courage somehow to kiss this teenager girl. Instead I cupped her tight breasts and tried to ignite her. Her boobs were not very large, but they were full and very firm and Gouri was blushing heavily as I traced my finger on her nipples over her kurta and bra.

Me: Gouri your skin is soooooo smoooooooooth!

Gouri smiled and blushed again. I now took one hand off her conical breast and held her hand and put it straightway on my blouse covered mammaries. She readily started feeling my full breasts over my blouse and then gently started squeezing them. The action on the television screen made our activities more vivid and courageous. As the girls in the movie hugged, kissed, and almost stripped to nakedness, I was also growing hornier. I dropped my pallu on the bed and even pulled a part of my sari and petticoat above my legs till my knees.

Simultaneously I made sure that Gouri's kurta was also over her tight breasts exposing her bra.

Me: Gouri, now open my hooks.

I whispered in her ears and pulled up her kurta almost to her head exposing her upper part. Gouri almost shivered at this action as she was shamelessly exposed now.

Gouri: Didi please, don't do it.

I had no time to listen to her words and wanted the same sexual firepower to explode her too. I dragged her closer and entered my left hand straight within her bra cup and caught her young firm breast within my palm. The feeling of touch on her naked boobs made Gouri go wild with excitement and my trick worked perfectly on her. She was almost hissing in ecstasy and sexual excitement. Her boob size and vibrant flesh did remind me of my school days again. Little did I knew then that I was unknowingly preparing her for Guru-ji, an incident I would never forget in my life, as that's the only time I saw a LIVE virginity loss session of a innocent 19 year old teenager in front of my eyes.

I could well understand that my direct touching and cupping of her naked boobs over her bra had made her almost mad with excitement and to add oil to the fire I deliberately twisted her nipples quite hard to turn her on quickly. Gouri by that time had unbuttoned my blouse fully and I also made her half exposed like me by pulling off her kurta over her head. Now we both were in our bra along with our remaining clothes and fiercely hugging each other. I had driven Gouri go wild with excitement and she was delivering me the tightest hugs and squeezes at my intimate body parts. Now to make things more exciting, I simply pulled off her pajama knot at one go and brought my heavy body on hers and made her lie down on the bed below me.

Gouri: Ouch!

 

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Gouri gasped as I did that. Our bra covered breasts were resisting and bouncing against each other and now myself on top of her in a very advantageous position, I caught hold of her bra and pulled it up and exposed her very firm tits completely for the first time. I touched and felt them and honestly they were so smooth, so soft yet so firm that I was somewhat envious. I very well knew the teenage psychology and Gouri also as if to reciprocate my action, she hugged me tight with her both hands from her lying position and in no time unclasped my bra hook on my back. Unlike my husband who has opened my bra hook the maximum number of times and to tell you the truth, he still fumbles, Gouri unclasped it in one smooth go and now we were both topless in each other's arms.

There was practically no need to look at the TV screen now as we both were thoroughly charged. Frankly I was also enjoying and getting excited by Gouri's touches and hugs though not exactly as it would have been has Gouri been a male, but still it was a new thrill, which felt extremely good. Since I was still on top of her, Gouri was fondling, pressing, and gripping my boobs from her lying position making me wild with excitement. I was already pretty wet within my panty and I naturally wanted something to be done there.

Me: Gouri, my dear, now deliver something more.

Gouri: What do you want Didi?

Me: Open my panty and...

I did not have to complete the sentence as Gouri smiled and blushed at the same time and gave the nod. I pulled myself from her body and lied on the bed and she instantly got up and went towards my legs. Her naked boobs sprung and moved very alluringly as there was no bra to hold them. She threw a pillow at me to rest my head and pulled up my sari and petticoat a bit and inserted her hands within and went up towards my waist. A tremor passed my spine as she touched my panty and kept her palm directly on my pussy. I lifted my heavy gaand a bit and wriggled in that position so that Gouri could pull my panty down easily.

Me: Aaaaaaaaaaaaah!

I exclaimed as she slowly pulled my panty down till my mid thighs. Now she took her right back to my pelvic area and rested it on my hairy choot. She was feeling my pubic hairs and teasingly pulling some of them with her fingers.

Gouri: Didi you seem to have a jungle there.

We both laughed at her words and she started massaging my pussy from the outside.

Me: Aaaaaaaaah! What a relief!

I again exclaimed and was feeling on top of the world. This is one exercise my husband also would like to do most obediently, i.e. massaging my choot with his palm, rubbing my thick pubic hairs, tracing a finger down my pussy hole to almost my ass hole and then fingering my hole. But his problem is he wants to do this making my lower half completely naked, but the way Gouri was doing it I was feeling more comfortable as my sari was still tucked at my waist. Generally with my husband on bed, I wear a nighty mostly, though at the initial stage of my marriage on some weekends he forced me to wear skirts on bed and enjoyed my shameless upskirt views. But whatever I wore, skirts or nighties, he liked to do this massaging making me completely naked, which I did not appreciate at all, as most times he was still wearing his vest and pajama or shorts and I felt rather uncomfortable lying like that and my husband sitting down my legs.

Gouri continued my choot massage and fingering for quite some time and I was rubbing my firm naked mammaries on my own with my two hands and enjoyed the whole process thoroughly. I turned to the TV screen once to find that the lesbian scene was over, but another sequence was going on where a lady, must be above 35, was wiping the floor and giving a man huge cleavage views. I concentrated back on bed with Gouri.

Me: Stop now and come to me.

Gouri pulled out her hand from below my sari and crawled towards my face. Her boobs were hanging like two apples and swinging vigorously as she moved. Any male would have voluntary masturbation seeing that scene I thought. At the next moment I thought seeing me lying on bed in topless condition would not also be far behind in terms of voluntary masturbation. I smiled within me reading my own thoughts.

Me: Do you want the same pleasure?

Gouri: No, no Didi. I am okay.

I pulled her towards me and she fell on my body and I touched her cheeks with my lips and finally was able to kiss her very tender lips. It was not a long one as we both were uncomfortable as we both were kissing a similar gender's lips for the first time in our lives. Gouri was almost panting after the kiss and looked visibly nervous again. I coaxed her and tried to wipe out the guilt from her mind. At the same time I was on the verge of a discharge after my first lesbian experience and I was pretty much satisfied. Though I was not fucked on both occasions, first by Gouri's disabled father and now this lesbo thing, still I was not feeling frustrated.

Me: Who will go to the toilet first?

Gouri: Didi if you don't mind I would like to go first.

 

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I smiled and nodded. Gouri got out of the bed and walked topless to the toilet and admittedly she was looking gorgeous. She picked up her bra and kurta off the bed and a fresh panty from the wardrobe for understandable reasons and disappeared behind the toilet door. I was feeling a bit tired now having two orgasms in quick succession. My semi dry panty was again wet almost fully with my vaginal discharge and I was still discharging in slow jet. I just closed my eyes and rested for a while on Gouri's bed.

Gouri: Didi, you can go now.

Gouri looked fresh and I noticed she had changed her hairstyle and was looking prettier. I was still lying on the bed with my milk jugs gaping openly towards the roof and being in the semi-nude condition, my nipples remained taut. I got out of the bed covering my upper treasures with my sari and picked up my blouse and bra and was about to go to the toilet when Gouri interrupted me.

Gouri: Didi the toilet floor is fully wet as I have splashed water there. It will be better if you leave your sari here.

Me: Right you are.

I whiffed off my sari to the floor and was standing now in my petticoat only and my freely hanging uncovered mammaries jiggling with every movement. I noticed Gouri was staring at my naked boobs in an appreciative manner and I started feeling somewhat proud in my mind for my figure. Gouri's admiring looks actually made me more inclined about displaying my full figure to her.

Me: It will be better to leave my petticoat also here.

Gouri: As you please Didi.

We both laughed a little. I untied my petticoat knot and it slid off my waist brushing my thighs to the floor. I was now standing in front of this 19 year old teenager wearing only a panty. Gouri did not pronounce anything, but I could gather the "Wow!" from her looks at my naked heavy figure.

Gouri: Didi, your panty is spoiled. It's fully wet.

I blushed a little hearing this though from a female. I bent a little to note it and found a circular wet mark on the front of my panty.

Me: I have to take it off. No other way.

Saying that I went to the toilet and closed the door though in fact there was no need as I was so shamelessly displaying my assets. I cleaned myself getting out of my last clothing and was feeling much fresh. I took my time and dried myself with the towel and got out of the toilet just casually wrapping the towel to my waist.

Me: Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeek!

That was what which went out of my mouth as soon as I stepped out of the toilet. I never ever in my wildest dreams expected that there could be someone else present in the room aside for Gouri. And so I was very relaxed and did not bother to cover my mammaries at all and my towel wrapping on my waist was also very, very inappropriate. In fact, my ass cheeks were partly exposed as I draped just to cover my hairy pussy. As I stepped out of the wet floor of the toilet with my panty in my hand, what do I see?

No Gouri in the room, and a middle aged man standing with a bucket, whom I was seeing for the first time, looked like a servant of the house, standing in front of me! I was so dumbstruck by the situation that I made a complete mess of the whole situation. My first instant reaction getting out of the toilet in an almost naked condition was to cover my big swaying breasts. I tried to do that with both hands struggling to cover my whole proud flesh, ultimately covering only the central portion of my mammaries, i.e. my areolas and nipples, with my palms. This very action made my towel instantly drop from my waist to the floor, as it was not tied and my hairy choot was clearly displayed in front of the servant who was also absolutely astonished seeing me in such a horribly exposed condition.

To be continued...

 

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#Kaniha

 

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Although Kaniha was about 38 years old now after being married for 18 years. I had dreamt about her for the last 15 years. She always turned heads wherever she went. She had a body designed for sin, which a man could dream of possessing. Nature had been generous in endowing her not only with a good height, but also with the figure of a goddess and a clear complexion.

Kaniha was sexy as hell even after birth of two children. She had fair skin, high cheekbones, a straight nose, a firm chin, and a lovely soft-lipped mouth. Her eyes were bluish, and her lips were naturally pink. Her long blond hair cascaded to her knees. There were a few small dark beauty spots on cheeks. Her lovely, genuine, warm, beautiful smile that lit up her eyes always motivated me to kiss her.

She had to be the most gorgeous woman I'd ever met. She may have been hotter than any woman I'd ever imagine may. Something I found instantly enticing was her body, She had a body to die for, with full, lovely protruding breasts probably 36C, wide hips, and extremely erotic arse, which wiggled as she walked. The fullness of her breasts and the soft, sexy sway of her hips made me thinks of touching them. My prick was always in a state of readiness on seeing her; such ripe breasts that were appropriate and seemed to be still firm on a slim and fair body were a heavenly sight for me. To get her into my bed at any cost was my dream.

But I always tried to control my feelings. Any hurry in the process would mean getting kicked in the nuts. Things had to happen gradually. This realization was both arousing and disturbing; after all, she was not just another woman but the wife of a very dear friend, Karun.

My association with Karun was quite old, as he had been my friend from childhood. Karun was an average man with average looks, a small business, and an average income. He had married Kaniha about 18 years back, and I had frozen in place when I had met her first 15 years before. I was immediately impressed by how great Kaniha looked. I felt my face flush in embarrassment, and I tried to look away, but I couldn't. Kaniha's beauty, good nature, and exuberance had taken me in.

Kaniha was oblivious to my intentions, although she loved the attention I showered on her. Being friends, we met frequently, but somehow there was always a formal line, which wasn't breached by us.

Once Karun came to meet me. He told me, "I am in deep trouble, and after thinking hard, I decided that I would ask you if you could help me."

"Tell me, Karun. I will try my best. I would be pleased if I could help you," I said.

He told me that " I had recently hit some hard time, and I need one million rupees as a loan and hope that you will help me, he told me details about his financial needs."

My sick mind took over to Kaniha his wife, when I heard this thinking how can I leverage this to my advantage.

"But that is a huge amount!"

"Yes I know it is, but I promise you that I will return it after only two months."

"OK, Karun, I will give you the money, but let me say frankly that you will need to give me this in a written agreement. I don't mind, but this is a huge amount, you know."

I was thinking I could use my money to help him out, but wanted something in return.

"Yes! Why not?" Karun replied. Thus I gave him money, taking a written agreement from him.

One month before the due date, it was a pleasant surprise when Karun invited me to his house for dinner.

Who knew it was my lucky day? I bought a bouquet of flowers and some chocolates for the children, and reached his flat at eight o'clock sharp. Karun received me warmly and led me to lounge, and we sat there. After a few minutes Kaniha came before me like a pleasing breeze. The moment I entered my sixth sense hinted to me something about his wife, the way she was walking, the way she was smiling, and the way she was dressed up. she wore a red satin qameez (long shirt) with her usual white shilwar (trousers). Her qameez was quite low-cut in front, so I could see her cleavage. She looked charming from every perspective. Kaniha, like most Indian women, normally wore only Indian clothes. She had a handful of matching bangles on both of her wrists. Her feet were bare as Indian women's feet normally remain at home.

That evening I was in heaven; my mind was not with me! It had become impossible for me keep my eyes off her at even the slightest move of her. Once she caught me staring her, and she blushed, realizing I was looking at her in a romantic way. She beamed like a virgin schoolgirl captivated by my stares, but my gazes were gradually extending beyond her face. Of course she had noticed this and now and again had given me a glance in response.

The more I looked at her, the more I was excited by the way she talked with me, and the way she looked at me when Karun wasn't looking. Whenever he caught us looking, he'd get a big sheepish smile on his face and then just turn away. Kaniha was undoubtedly aware of my state, as she had caught me looking at her body on that occasion and gave me a glimmer of a smile, and quite often she would remain looking at me while others were not looking.

Kaniha left us, saying that she was going to the kitchen to prepare dinner, while both of us, Karun and I, were laughing and chatting. I had been watching Kaniha the whole time she was serving dishes to the table, though trying not to be too obvious with my staring. Many times I positioned myself behind her so as not to miss the fabulous view of her full, generous, swaying hips.

When dinner was laid, Kaniha asked us to come to the dining hall. We went and sat at the table. Kaniha sat just opposite me.

As the table was fairly small, it was quite natural that my knee should touch Kaniha's occasionally, and it did. I kept the touches light at the beginning, but as she didn't pull away, I pressed a little harder and left it next to hers. We both smiled as she looked lovingly up into my eyes. I kept the conversation running with Karun as best I could, and slowly rubbed my knee up and down. It seemed, if anything, that Kaniha pushed back even harder. The butterflies in my stomach began to jump. I was more than happy that my wishes were about to be fulfilled. Above the table, Kaniha continued to converse as though nothing at all was the matter.

 

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I then started to rub my leg up and down against hers, slowly and softly and then harder against her. Her lips parted in a slight gasp, but she did not move away. Soon my leg was caressing her hard under the table. I was now finding it difficult to concentrate on the dinner. It was getting too hot. I was worried that either Karun or his children would notice something. Now it was difficult for both of us to concentrate on food.

"You're eating very slowly," Kaniha teased, her voice throaty. "Don't you like food?"

She teased me again, and her foot became more insistent against my leg. She looked at me, her lips half parted. Her eyes had become very dark now, and that intoxicating look was inviting and bemusing at the same time.

I responded to her touch by rubbing my foot against her ankle. "Yes, thank you, I am enjoying the meal." She smiled as she looked in my eyes while I massaged her foot.

I couldn't believe what was happening as I felt ready to burst. I moved my leg back and saw Kaniha exhale softly. I guessed that perhaps she had had enough. I moved my attention back to the food and the conversation.

When she went to the kitchen, her petite ass cheeks were clinging to her qameez, giving me a pretty good idea of reality. The dampness of her skin had made the qameez stay snugly in the crack of her ass.

Both her daughters helped her clear the table and bring the coffee. I had to brush my hand gently against the side of Kaniha's thigh when she was going to and from the kitchen. She stared at me for several seconds, and then shifted her questioning eyes from me.

As her husband went to bathroom, she whispered, "You give good toe. Drop in whenever you like. I'm usually at home in the mornings."

After I returned home late, I made the best, most passionate love of my life with my wife after a long evening of thinking about Kaniha.

I couldn't concentrate much on my work throughout the following days and kept thinking about that night with Kaniha and her voluptuous body all the time. During the following days I was becoming more and more restless and was daydreaming. My lust for Kaniha's body started to grow even more than I ever thought it would. When this had become unbearable for me, I finally decided that the only way was to meet Kaniha alone, so I went to meet Kaniha; I left the car and walked to her house.

After a couple of knocks on the door, I waited impatiently for the answer. In a couple of minutes Kaniha came to open the door. I felt Kaniha was a little confused, seeing me.

"If it is inconvenient, then I'll come some other day," I said.

"Don't say that. You are always welcome."

"But seeing me, you looked a little confused."

"No! No, please come in," she said smilingly. She led me to the sitting room. "Please have a seat. I'll be back in a minute. Let me finish a telephone conversation I was having."

Oh, she was busy with the telephone, so that was why she seemed confused!

She came back after few minutes. "Would you like a cup of coffee?" she asked.

"Of course, I would love a cup of coffee with you, if you can," I said.

"Of course, Mr. Jai. It will be a pleasure having coffee with you. Just give me a few minutes, and I'll get the coffee." She went to the kitchen and came back with a tray a few minutes later. She placed it on the table before me, and when she leaned over to put the tray down, the neckline of her top hung very low. Now, only inches away from my eye hung Kaniha's creamy white breasts. Not just cleavage, but everything including her thick brown nipples. For the five or so seconds that the vision lasted, I couldn't pull my eyes away. When she stood up I knew she must have caught me staring and started turning red-faced. But Kaniha just rubbed her eyes as she put the tray down and sat next to me on the sofa.

I could smell her perfume, which caressed the air -- a low, lemony, curiously enticing aroma. I was slightly nervous since this was the first time that I was alone with Kaniha, the wife of my friend. And I had to look at her only, and she was looking hot. She looked like she was seducing me. My palms sweated the entire time. My heart raced every time Kaniha looked at me. We were sipping tea slowly, taking our time. We talked about many subjects. She asked about my wife and kids, but not once did she mention her husband's loan or anything about our business.

Then, giving a naughty smile to me, she asked me, "Are you bored?"

This just encouraged me, and I said, "Your perfume is wonderful." I took a deep smell. "It is exotic."

"Do you like it?" Her eyes sparkled.

"Yes, it is so nice."

"Thank you."

"You asked me to come anytime."

"I did. Did I say something wrong?" she said in naughty mood.

I felt embarrassed and muttered thanks, and she grinned, mischief in her eyes.

" Didn't you want to meet me?"

"Yes! I wanted to meet you alone."

"And I gave you the opportunity."

"I admire your guts, lady."

"Do you find me attractive?"

"You look good enough to eat," I said. "I always found you very beautiful, lovely, and attractive." I was staring down at her breasts confined still under the thin fiber of her qameez.

Kaniha blushed and looked at the objects I was staring at, but laughed again, softly.

"Don't flatter me, Jai, you liar. I am sure you tell that to all the women you meet."

I told her, "Kaniha, you are looking really very sexy and inviting too."

She said in a very low voice, "Really, Jai. Don't forget I am your friend's wife."

"But you are so attractive and irresistible," I whispered.

"Really?"

"Yes. I have always thought of you," I admitted. "But I could never muster courage to speak that to you."

"Is that all?"

"No! There is more to tell you." I touched her arm with my fingers and began to caress it gently. She eyed me with heavy eyes from under veiled eyelids and weakly smiled. She slowly pushed her lower body closer into mine. Her breasts almost touched the side of my chest. I slowly put my arm around her back and gradually brought it around her neck. Kaniha lightly trembled as I took her hand and moved closer to her. I kissed her hand and held it.

Some time later, I quietly slipped my hand on her thigh. I kissed her hair and her golden earrings. I raised her face with my hands and kissed her on her cheek and then her thick lips.

I kissed them once very lightly and then gradually more insistently. A few minutes later, I moved my tongue over and over her lips and made them wet with my saliva and then slowly drew my tongue inside her lips. She reciprocated by offering her pouting lips and kissing me back.

I then moved my hand and rested it lightly over the dupatta on her breast and began to gently caress her breasts. My hands were immediately busy, groping over the material, and then I removed a hand to slowly slide it under the dupatta and rest my hand firmly on the cloth over her breast. I was slowly and firmly caressing and gently squeezing her breast by moving my hands from one to the other, and gradually I slipped my hand at her breasts beneath her neckline and ran my fingers over there. She closed her eyes, her head still on my shoulder. I pulled her hand over my hard and thick hurting cock.

 

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When she touched my cock, she suddenly broke the kiss and raised her eyes. She told me, "Well, I think that was sufficient. You should stop now, please." She pushed my hand away slowly from her breasts. She was not angry but pressing her lower lip in her teeth. She got up from the sofa and, moving away from me, sat just opposite me.

That was unexpected for me, so I became little embarrassed and quiet. We avoided each other's eyes. I blinked at her pathetically as a fool.

I found my courage again after a minute. I tried holding her arm, but she jerked my hand away. The rest of the time went without any event. My heartbeat was increasing every minute for a woman to whom I was desperately looking in spells, but she wouldn't look at me.

"You may please leave now. We'll meet some other time," she told me.

"As you wish," I said.

After few minutes I got up to take my leave. She also got up.

The moment I was leaving, she stood staring at her feet and blushing. I could even hear her breaths, which were becoming heavier all the time, causing her beautiful breasts to jiggle in her tight qameez. I knew it was now or never for me. I could not wait any longer to make my move.

I walked up to her and held her hand. She tried to withdraw it from me, but I was not leaving. Then I put my arm around her waist and gently escorted her in.

"Jai, please let me go," she whispered.

I spun her around, and pressing my hard-on against her crotch, I gave her a light kiss on the nape of her neck, licking her earlobe.

"Jai, please don't. I am a married woman, and you are also married," she protested.

"Married people are safe. I can't afford to make virgins pregnant. Do you want me make some virgin pregnant? You were married then also when you were touching my foot," I replied and kissed her passionately. "That was a different matter; you wanted me to touch you."

Her cries of "Please stop... Please stop it..."started becoming louder.

I then proceeded to stroke her inner thighs from the outside just to tease her. I looked in her eyes; they were dreamy and full of lust. Her lips were quivering. When she reached down to stop my advances, I grasped her soft hand and guided it to my cock.

"You have made it so hard from so many days; now please at least play with it for some time," I flattered.

She pulled her hand away as it made contact with my sticky member. She stared at me in surprise.

"We really should not do it..." she panted. Her mouth was dry as she continually licked her lips with her tongue. As a final effort, she pleaded with me to let her go. She whispered in my ears, "Oh, Jai, is this right, what we are doing? Please let this go... Please leave me... Please don't do this to me! This is not right. We should not do this. I am like your sister in law. I am your friend's wife. We really shouldn't..."She hesitated as if in a dream. Her willpower was weakening. "Please do not force me, I beg of you."

I spoke, pressing myself against her. "OK! As you say! Thanks for what you have given me... Believe me, you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen." And I purposely released my grip on her, freeing her completely. I told her, "I don't want to force anything on you, so I let you free."

This was a big shock, as she had never thought I would leave her like that all of a sudden.

"You are sure you don't want to?" I asked.

"Yes! I don't want to," she said, but she didn't move back.

"I know you want it. You speak lies, and I will keep waiting for the time when you will say 'yes'," I said.

"I don't know what to say... I'm afraid to do this, but ... I can feel my heart beating hard," Kaniha said. Her face was red, and her eyes were sleepy.

"Kaniha, you know you want this. I can see it in your eyes."

She was totally confused now, and it was looking as though her body and mind were at war. I walked toward her and told her, "Kaniha, I want to kiss your neck, and slowly unbutton your qameez. I want to feel the smoothness of your breasts in my hands. Come on, be bold and help me."

Finally she gave up; "Okay then..." She seemed to have resolved the issue. The lust was so visible now in her eyes. "You have to promise me you will never tell anyone, ever."

" I promise it will be only our secret, and no one will know. "

She looked at the door, went and locked it, and then came back.

I was not expecting what happened next. I felt the firmness of Kaniha's grip on my arm. Not looking at me, as she was shy, she kissed my lips playfully. Her lips roamed over face, neck, ear, nose, and cheeks. Then she put her head on my shoulders with a look of fascination on her face and I started to run my other hand through her hair.

I pulled her closer and kissed her. She responded with the same ardor as that with which I was kissing her. She broke the kiss and whispered, "Thanks, I really need this."

She bit my lower lip. While kissing her I pushed her towards the wall. My hands felt her chest as it heaved under me. The touch was like cream. The smoothness made me push my cock against her harder. I was leaning against her now. Undoubtedly she could feel my erection against her leg.

She was stroking my hair. The looks in her eye confirmed what I had always suspected: She always wanted to give herself to me.

I could feel her breath on my neck and chest. She pushed my hair away from my face again.

After a long silence that made me feel awkward, she spoke. "Tell me something, Jai. Do you ever think about me?" Now she looked down.

"Yeah, sure -- all the time since we met."

"What do you think about?"

"I think..." I stammered. She put a hand on my chest and looked again in my eyes. "I think you're pretty sexy," I said.

"That's all?"

 

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"No! There is more. You are such a desirable lady, my dear. Even a saint would lose his self-control in close proximity to you."

"Really?"

"Yes, you have given me so many sleepless nights."

"Thank you. I think about you, too, you know," she offered.

"What do you think about?"

"Same thing, mostly: how beautiful you are, and how lucky your wife is to have such an intelligent, handsome, and considerate man for a husband." Again she pushed my hair away from my face. This time, she petted my head. "And I think about how much I have missed you."

Once again we started kissing, and this time we were kissing like to horny lovers! We explored every part of each other's mouth with our tongues. We also licked each other's tongues! It was the best bit of kissing I had done in my life! We must have kissed for about few minutes, while my hand was roaming all over her body. My other hand was on her tits and was fondling them.

Kaniha had placed one hand around my neck and started to kiss me again while her other hand had wandered down and was busy playing with my ass. Then she spoke. "Jai, not here. Stop it. Anyone could catch us here. Let's go to the bedroom we'll be more comfortable," she said panting.

"Oh! What are we waiting for? Let's go inside." I said, and we adjourned to her bedroom. I couldn't believe my luck. Here I was alone with my dream lady in her bedroom. I thought I must have been dreaming.

In a hurry we got into bed. We lay on the bed, our sides facing each other, our limbs entangled, our mouths pressed together. We began kissing and grabbing and squeezing each other. She began to kiss me on my chest. She sucked my nipples, then licked my stomach. My erection was throbbing, and I reached under her shilwar to feel her crotch. She closed her eyes and threw her arms around me tight as I rubbed her hard. I reached down the front of her panties and began to rub my fingers between her pussy lips. She was dripping wet as I shoved my fingers into her vagina. I fucked her hard with my fingers until she asked me to stop because I was hurting her.

I asked her to undress now and soon we both got undressed. Deliberately, she unclipped her gloriously thick hair and shook it free, and that made her sexier.

Oh, what a pair of breasts she possessed! They were still in their shape. She was a marvelous sensual beauty with ample breasts that were possibly 36C. They were well shaped and round with her nipples jutting out in perfect proportion. Her tits were quite firm and pert, even without the support of the bra; they looked like couple of ripe mangos hanging on a branch. Her breasts were soft brown in color, yet contrasted beautifully with dark pink nipples. Her areolas were medium sized. They were starting to get erect as I was hungrily staring at them because they looked so beautiful. I caressed, kissed, and licked all over her body, squeezing her breasts, thighs, and buttocks while she was stroking my cock with her hand, biting her lip.

She panted, and we were drenched in sweat. Then she said, "Now that we are here in bed, you can do what you want to do."

She was squirming and panting like anything, and I knew this beautiful married woman was ready for me.

"You are big," she said, stroking my cock. She took my cock in her hand, and her silky fingers made my cock like an iron rod encased in a silken cloth. I was amazed. I had never recalled my cock's feeling so hard that with all my might I was unable to bend it.

Once again I started to kiss her all over her face. I started from her forehead. Then I moved to her eyes. Her chubby cheeks came next. I was eating her cheeks. Then I kissed and nibbled her ears. Finally I moved to her mouth. I sucked her lips vigorously. We explored each other's mouths as we had done in the lounge. I pushed my tongue as far as I could inside her mouth, literally touching her throat!

I continued the kissing and went lower. I was now kissing her neck and then sucking and even gently biting it. I moved lower to her breasts, the breasts I had been seeing every night in dreams, and now for the first time I was so near to them. I started to eat her breasts as if they were ripe mangos. They were getting as red as apples from my constant eating and sucking.

I **censored** attention to her rock-hard nipples. I teased them with my tongue. I probed them gently with my tongue, making them very erect! I stopped when they were really hard! Then I started to suck them, slowly to begin with. I increased my speed and was now furiously sucking and even biting them!

"Oh yeah! Jai, that's it! Suck them hard! Bite them hard! They need it."

"Kaniha! You don't have to ask me. They really deserve it."

Now I moved lower. Now I was level with her enticingly deep navel! As before, I used my tongue to good effect. I moved my tongue in and out of her navel while teasing her belly button.

"Ufff...! Suck it! It feels so nice and excited!"

And I started sucking it. This was a new experience for me. I couldn't do it with any woman I met either. But with Kaniha, it was different. I took her belly button in my fingers and sucked it feverishly. Kaniha was now screaming heavily.

"Aahhh...! Uffff...! That's it! Fuck me now, Jai! I can't stand it anymore! I need you inside me now! Put your big fat cock inside me!" Kaniha screamed.

Her legs looked silky smooth. Her thighs were bulky and fleshy, but well proportioned.

She parted her thighs. Finally, I got on top of her and positioned myself, placing my rock-hard cock squarely on her waiting cunt! She herself grabbed my erection and pointed it to her pussy, so I shoveled my dick into her pussy as the head of my cock entered her cunt. With the first push more than half of my cock slid inside her wet snatch. Slowly the whole length of my cock entered her without any resistance. Her cunt was very tight and so warm that I thought I would never want to pull out of it again.

"Jai, please do it slowly first. I have never had such a big cock. My husband's cock is small."

So I slowed down a little and started to rub her pussy with my finger. I was searched her clit and soon found it. I started to rub and squeeze her clit. Meanwhile I was also fondling her lovely tits and managed to kiss her so as to increase her sexual pleasure. I made a strong move and forced my penis deep into her. She began to wriggle like a snake trying desperately to escape from the eagle's claws. "No, please slowly. It hurts, please." she began to plead. Her pleading only made me hornier as I again thrust my penis deep into her. She began to shout and moan in pain. I placed my hand under her shoulder and grabbed her breast with the other. My mouth went over hers and I again thrust my penis into her. This time she threw her head back and yelped. "Ahhhh!"

 

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She became very horny and screamed. "Ohhh! Jai, what are you doing to me? I think you are killing me!"

"Oh, my sweetheart, I don't want to kill you; I want to show you my love," I said breathlessly."

"Yes, that's it, Jai! Fuck me with your big dick! I am yours. Take me." I started to pump faster as she encouraged me.

I kissed her mouth with mine and continued mauling her breasts. Her hands came over my back with a burning sensation for she was now nailing my back and biting my lips. I entered deep into her as her hand encircled my back, guiding me inside her. She put her legs on my back and pulled me down.

Now I withdrew, pushing my cock back. Suddenly she thrust her hips against my swollen cock, and wrapped her legs around my waist. She moved forward, pushing herself onto my cock. I loved the way she kept clutching at my ass, grabbing at me, roughly, almost painfully, pulling me more deeply into her, harder and harder each time. She was very aggressive in bed; I have never seen woman as aggressive as she was.

She said, "You are a better partner in bed than my husband is." I was very pleased and started giving it to her harder and harder. The whole bed was shaking and jerking because of my strong movements. I began driving it in and out, faster and faster, sweat collecting on my body as I kneaded her tits, which were glistening with sweat. She was moaning loudly, as her breath came faster and she locked me in with her legs, drawing me into her.

We sucked on each other's lips and tongue moved faster. I tasted her breath in my mouth as I began to pump harder. She was pumping harder too. Kaniha began to fuck me fast and furiously. I was surprised by her eagerness, but I matched her thrusts.

"Yes, that's it," she said to me, and we pounded each other so hard that my pelvis bone hurt.

Finally Kaniha screamed. "Jai! I am going to come..."

"Oh! Me too, Kaniha! Come with me," I whispered.

"It's okay," she whispered. "It's okay to come inside. I'm on the pill."

" Jai. Uffffff . . ." she exclaimed as she climaxed and pulled me tightly over her.

Her ankles were locked over my back and her heels were digging into my tailbone ensuring the deepest possible penetration possible. And then with a final thrust, we both came and I started pumping so fast till I spurted last drop of semen in Kaniha's cunt. I could feel the vaginal juices flooding from her pussy. I collapsed on Kaniha and stayed there very still for about five minutes.

Panting heavily, we fell beside each other and lay together, our bodies sweaty and sated. She rubbed my chest softly while I held her in my arms, cradling her body next to me.

"That was incredible," she whispered in my ear.

"I am glad you enjoyed it," I replied.

"'Enjoy' is hardly a strong enough word. You have a massive fucking cock. Every woman would love to get it in her pussy. You are a perfect fucker."

She was to my right. She moved close to my body, put her right leg on my lower body and rested her thighs and knees on mine. Then she started moving her right hand over my chest and very slowly brought it below it below onto my cock. Rubbing my cock, she said, "I loved it... I wish I could have you everyday and every night. I would love to have it everyday."

"May I ask you for some help?" she asked hesitantly.

"No," I replied.

She looked very disappointed and said "Oh! I am sorry."

I laughed and took her face in my hand and, looking into her eyes, said, "You can't ask me, but you can give me an order."

"Oh! My dear! I want to know whether is there any chance that you could give one month to my husband to repay your loan."

"You have granted him two months just half an hour ago."

She blushed and said to me, "Oh! Thank you very much. I knew you wouldn't refuse my request."

I started to massage her thighs, and then my hand reached her pussy and I felt its wetness.

"You are wet again."

Kaniha giggled. "My thirsty cunt wants one more hot load from you."

"Oh dear! My cock will die for it."

She moaned and said, "Jai, I've been dying do this for years!"

I wasted no time. We started kissing hard again.

She then took my dick in her hand, saying "Oh, Jai! It's so hot," and started to caress it slowly. She was rubbing my cock and balls. That made my cock like a red-hot steel pole, and I was now wild. I moved my hand on her back and it reached between her buttocks. She lay beside me holding my dick in her hand while my hand was on her ass, stroking it slowly.

I was going totally crazy as my fingers touched all over her butt. I suddenly turned her around, bent her forward, and put my tongue inside. My teeth dig into her anus, and I bit. A loud moan escaped from her mouth.

It was a lovely feeling. Just too good. Her inviting asshole was igniting my deepest passions. I was wondering if I should do anything about it when she said in her husky sexy voice, "How can you resist my ass like that? I can't. Put your finger in and find your dick. Do it now."

"Kaniha, we will fuck like dogs now."

And she knelt with her hands down, without any question. Kaniha was on her knees on the bed, and her well-shaped fully round buttocks were hanging in air. I adjusted myself behind her, touching my shaking cock to her butt. I knelt forward, grabbed Kaniha from behind, and parted her legs. I grabbed her breasts. I was desperate to find her hole. Kaniha grabbed my cock in her hand. She gave few strokes to my cock and, parting her legs further, adjusted the tip of my cock to her pussy entrance. I pushed forward, and the head of my cock inched inwards.