31-01-2019, 01:29 PM
"Of course! Any time you want, any place you want, Fahim responded excitedly.
"When should I come over?"
"Any time is fine with me. I'm not doing anything right now."
" Ok! I'll be over in a half an hour."
"All right," he agreed. "I'll be waiting for you."
Before she left to meet him, she went to the bathroom to take a look at herself, then showered and washed her hair, drying it with the blow dryer, combing and brushing it; finally securing it in a ponytail. Her hair cascaded down to her hips, thick and lushes. Her hair was one of the few things she still actually is proud of about herself. She changed and wore her favorite dress. Samena ran a brush through her hair one more time; then put on light makeup, some lipstick in addition to other necessities needed to make herself look prettier. Once finished with this routine, she looked into the mirror and said to herself with sudden guilt. What are you doing? This isn't right, you're not going to meet your lover!
It was the day Fahim longed for and fantasized for many, many years. It was the answer to his prayer.
Fahim had been dying to be with her alone and so was really looking forward to seeing Samena. He sat in the lounge watching TV; waiting in anticipation for Samena, his heart fluttering rapidly. He tried to imagine what she would be like in bed, and how it would feel to have her bouncing up and down on his big fat rod. He obviously knew that Samena was married, but he didn't care. He wanted her so badly; he thought he'd go crazy.
He was more than a little nervous when Samena rang the front door bell at exactly ten o'clock. When he opened the door, he saw the gorgeous wife of his best friend in the doorway. His jaw dropped in shock and he just wanted to grab her and kiss her forever. Instead, he just stood there, his eyes nearly popping out of his head, gaping at what he saw and what she was wearing. Samena always dressed conservatively; her clothes very prim and proper: This time, however, she had outdone herself. She was wearing blue qameez and shilwar and the qameez she wore fit her like a glove. The qameez had a large neck and her bra seemed to be a couple of sizes too small. She looked gorgeous with a blue dress that showed ample cleavage and accentuated all of her other curves. Her generously proportioned breasts were not only bulging out of the neck but were also trying to spill out from the gaps.
Samena remained standing on the porch until finally Fahim recovering from his initial shock, asked, "Are you coming in or going to stay out there on the porch and give the neighbors cause to gossip?"
She smiled and said, "I thought you would never ask, Fahim." she stepped in and added, "Good Morning. How are you?"
Samena drew closer towards Fahim and picked up the warm mucky odor. His stomach ached with desire. He turned away allowing Samena access into his house. "I'm fine, and yourself?" he asked.
"I'm very well." She looked at him right in the eyes intensely, and Fahim swore he felt his heart skip a beat. He escorted her to the living room and sat down on the sofa. When they had both settled in their seats, he surprised her when he gave her the cup of tea he had prepared before her arrival.
He noticed her dress was a bit displaced; an unusual occurrence because of her upbringing, and yet her breasts were exposed beautifully showing an ample amount of silky cleavage. Fahim tried pulling his gaze away from her chest, but kept coming back to it as if his eyes were steel and her breasts a magnet. The smell of her lightly scented perfume was intoxicating, to say the least. He was doing everything he could to keep himself from ogling her. His cock grew hard just from the fact that woman of his dream was sitting alone with him in his house! He wanted to pounce on her like an animal in heat..
Fahim was trying hard; with very little success in trying to hide his throbbing erection, His head was spinning and he truly didn't know what to do. His nerves were on edge with the lust that he was feeling. He would have jumped her right there, just thrown her on the sofa if it wasn't for the fear of reprisal.
Samena was just as nervous with him around but relieved to see that Fahim was very polite and quite charming. She even managed to get comfortable enough to sip the tea but still she was cautious with him. They sipped tea and talked about harmless chattering things.
Finally, Fahim managed to say, "You look very nice today." However, he was also undressing her with his eyes.
She replied shyly, blushing deeply, "Thank You."
"So, what is it you wanted to talk to me about, Fahim?"
She smiled timidly, showing her pearly white teeth and answered, "Yes! I want to talk to you, but not sure how to start."
She looked rather flushed and confused, so he said to her, "Feel free and be comfortable. Tell me what you want to say."
Samena held her legs together and constantly tried to pull her dress lower to cover her thighs, keeping her legs pressed together. Seating quietly with her eyes downcast under heavy lashes, her lips parted while she searched for a little time and for what and how to begin her request.
Finally, Samena took a quick intake of breath, and began to speak. "OK, I have to ask you for a favor, but let me start from the beginning. Two years ago, when my brother was going to go abroad, he needed one hundred thousand rupees; equal to 1800 US dollars. He asked me and so I spoke to my husband. He refused, so I mortgaged the house with some of my jewelry. I paid interest for it more than a year, but now I can't afford to pay anymore.. The person with whom I have mortgaged the jewelry warned me that if I didn't pay him, he would foreclose on the house. What's worse my husband is now asking about the jewelry,"
When Samena related her saga, Fahim noticed she hadn't taking a breath. He would have bet that her lovely eyes were bright with tears.
"Oh. I see. How can I help you Samena?"
"I want you to lend me the money. I promise to repay it within few months. More importantly, we must keep it a secret between you and me. Even your wife cannot know about this arrangement."
Keeping his face slightly serious and filled with concern, Fahim replied, "Samena. That is quite a bit of money. I doubt if you could ever pay it off, how I can arrange it for you with out your husband or my wife finding out?"
Samena replied with a sorrowful voice, "You are my final hope, Fahim. I don't know where else to turn. If my husband finds out what I have done, I will lose my family. Pausing, taking a deep breath she continued. "I can return at least 5,000 every month to you,"
"That means you will pay me back in nearly two years, young Samena. That is a very long time. Are you sure you can pay me 5000 every month?"
"I'm begging you to help me, Fahim." Samena said in throaty voice.
They discussed her situation for about 20 more minutes.
"Don't worry Samena. Perhaps I could do something for you," he promised brashly.
"Oh Fahim!" Samena exclaimed at once. "I just knew you could help me."
"Nevertheless Samena, I need some collateral, because it is a large amount."
"I am ready to do anything to get out of this trouble." Samena tried to hold her gaze towards Samena but was unable to. Her eyes dropped to the floor.
Her reply aroused evil thoughts in his mind. Fahim realized that it was the perfect opportunity for him to exploit her weakness.
He said, "Well Samena, You're an asset!"
She felt her stomach fluttering and looked at him quizzically.
"I can arrange this amount for you privately without any one knowing it. But you have to do something for me."
She was elated to hear his reply, and she asked, "What can I do for you Fahim?" Samena's pulse quickened. She looked at him with a sexy grin, and reading this, Fahim wanted to take her in his arms to kiss her, push her back on the carpet, and make sweet love to her. Samena sensed his feelings and could feel herself turning even redder.
Her body seemed to be calling to him and he would answer the call. Moving his hands round her shoulders he said, "Well Samena I just want to experience . . . you. That is; if you will oblige me."
Hearing him say this, Samena went pasty white, stunned and lost for words. She looked paralyzed. She could not breathe, and she certainly could not face him. His statement crushed, embarrassed, and insulted her all at the same time. She wanted to run out of the house. However, she desperately needed the money. To contain her anger, she stared at her hands, wringing them together in the soft glow of her dupatta. Minutes passed, and then finally she nodded. It was not strange, as Fahim well knew that, for a '. woman that would have been the ultimate price to pay.
"Yes," she said softly, "I know that's what you want. You want me to sleep with you. However, you're probably not expecting this answer but what you are requesting is out of the question, Fahim. In fact, how can you even think of such a thing? You're my husband's best friend. Do you think that I have no morals? Do you think that I am such a pervert that I would go to bed with you for money? Although I am in need of money, that does not mean I will sacrifice my purity for it. I thought you were not that type of man, but I guess all men are the same. You see a woman alone and you can't wait to try and get her to bed." She stared at him intently and finished with a hiss, "You can forget it. I prefer to remain in debt."
Hearing this final statement from Semena, Fahim now realized, perhaps he had gone too far. He didn't want to ruin the friendship that they both enjoyed. Other thoughts were racing through his mind. Is she really that mad at me? What if she told my wife? What if she told her husband? Nevertheless, Fahim didn't lose his nerve. He had to see this through. "Well, Samena, the choice is yours. You are in need of money and I can give you that. All I want is a few hours with you lying next to me. No one will ever have to know what happened, and, the money I give you will solve all your problems. It would not be wise on your part to reject my offer. You sleep with me just this once, and that's it. After its over, then we can carry on with our lives, and we'll never repeat it unless you are the one who would like to resume it."
When he finished his offer, she looked at him brushing her hair back with her fingers. She shook her head slightly, and said, "I don't know, Fahim. Seeing this gesture told Fahim that the ice was melting and she was going to accept his offer. They sat there silently for several moments and he could see her breasts rising and lowering with increased intensity..
"When should I come over?"
"Any time is fine with me. I'm not doing anything right now."
" Ok! I'll be over in a half an hour."
"All right," he agreed. "I'll be waiting for you."
Before she left to meet him, she went to the bathroom to take a look at herself, then showered and washed her hair, drying it with the blow dryer, combing and brushing it; finally securing it in a ponytail. Her hair cascaded down to her hips, thick and lushes. Her hair was one of the few things she still actually is proud of about herself. She changed and wore her favorite dress. Samena ran a brush through her hair one more time; then put on light makeup, some lipstick in addition to other necessities needed to make herself look prettier. Once finished with this routine, she looked into the mirror and said to herself with sudden guilt. What are you doing? This isn't right, you're not going to meet your lover!
It was the day Fahim longed for and fantasized for many, many years. It was the answer to his prayer.
Fahim had been dying to be with her alone and so was really looking forward to seeing Samena. He sat in the lounge watching TV; waiting in anticipation for Samena, his heart fluttering rapidly. He tried to imagine what she would be like in bed, and how it would feel to have her bouncing up and down on his big fat rod. He obviously knew that Samena was married, but he didn't care. He wanted her so badly; he thought he'd go crazy.
He was more than a little nervous when Samena rang the front door bell at exactly ten o'clock. When he opened the door, he saw the gorgeous wife of his best friend in the doorway. His jaw dropped in shock and he just wanted to grab her and kiss her forever. Instead, he just stood there, his eyes nearly popping out of his head, gaping at what he saw and what she was wearing. Samena always dressed conservatively; her clothes very prim and proper: This time, however, she had outdone herself. She was wearing blue qameez and shilwar and the qameez she wore fit her like a glove. The qameez had a large neck and her bra seemed to be a couple of sizes too small. She looked gorgeous with a blue dress that showed ample cleavage and accentuated all of her other curves. Her generously proportioned breasts were not only bulging out of the neck but were also trying to spill out from the gaps.
Samena remained standing on the porch until finally Fahim recovering from his initial shock, asked, "Are you coming in or going to stay out there on the porch and give the neighbors cause to gossip?"
She smiled and said, "I thought you would never ask, Fahim." she stepped in and added, "Good Morning. How are you?"
Samena drew closer towards Fahim and picked up the warm mucky odor. His stomach ached with desire. He turned away allowing Samena access into his house. "I'm fine, and yourself?" he asked.
"I'm very well." She looked at him right in the eyes intensely, and Fahim swore he felt his heart skip a beat. He escorted her to the living room and sat down on the sofa. When they had both settled in their seats, he surprised her when he gave her the cup of tea he had prepared before her arrival.
He noticed her dress was a bit displaced; an unusual occurrence because of her upbringing, and yet her breasts were exposed beautifully showing an ample amount of silky cleavage. Fahim tried pulling his gaze away from her chest, but kept coming back to it as if his eyes were steel and her breasts a magnet. The smell of her lightly scented perfume was intoxicating, to say the least. He was doing everything he could to keep himself from ogling her. His cock grew hard just from the fact that woman of his dream was sitting alone with him in his house! He wanted to pounce on her like an animal in heat..
Fahim was trying hard; with very little success in trying to hide his throbbing erection, His head was spinning and he truly didn't know what to do. His nerves were on edge with the lust that he was feeling. He would have jumped her right there, just thrown her on the sofa if it wasn't for the fear of reprisal.
Samena was just as nervous with him around but relieved to see that Fahim was very polite and quite charming. She even managed to get comfortable enough to sip the tea but still she was cautious with him. They sipped tea and talked about harmless chattering things.
Finally, Fahim managed to say, "You look very nice today." However, he was also undressing her with his eyes.
She replied shyly, blushing deeply, "Thank You."
"So, what is it you wanted to talk to me about, Fahim?"
She smiled timidly, showing her pearly white teeth and answered, "Yes! I want to talk to you, but not sure how to start."
She looked rather flushed and confused, so he said to her, "Feel free and be comfortable. Tell me what you want to say."
Samena held her legs together and constantly tried to pull her dress lower to cover her thighs, keeping her legs pressed together. Seating quietly with her eyes downcast under heavy lashes, her lips parted while she searched for a little time and for what and how to begin her request.
Finally, Samena took a quick intake of breath, and began to speak. "OK, I have to ask you for a favor, but let me start from the beginning. Two years ago, when my brother was going to go abroad, he needed one hundred thousand rupees; equal to 1800 US dollars. He asked me and so I spoke to my husband. He refused, so I mortgaged the house with some of my jewelry. I paid interest for it more than a year, but now I can't afford to pay anymore.. The person with whom I have mortgaged the jewelry warned me that if I didn't pay him, he would foreclose on the house. What's worse my husband is now asking about the jewelry,"
When Samena related her saga, Fahim noticed she hadn't taking a breath. He would have bet that her lovely eyes were bright with tears.
"Oh. I see. How can I help you Samena?"
"I want you to lend me the money. I promise to repay it within few months. More importantly, we must keep it a secret between you and me. Even your wife cannot know about this arrangement."
Keeping his face slightly serious and filled with concern, Fahim replied, "Samena. That is quite a bit of money. I doubt if you could ever pay it off, how I can arrange it for you with out your husband or my wife finding out?"
Samena replied with a sorrowful voice, "You are my final hope, Fahim. I don't know where else to turn. If my husband finds out what I have done, I will lose my family. Pausing, taking a deep breath she continued. "I can return at least 5,000 every month to you,"
"That means you will pay me back in nearly two years, young Samena. That is a very long time. Are you sure you can pay me 5000 every month?"
"I'm begging you to help me, Fahim." Samena said in throaty voice.
They discussed her situation for about 20 more minutes.
"Don't worry Samena. Perhaps I could do something for you," he promised brashly.
"Oh Fahim!" Samena exclaimed at once. "I just knew you could help me."
"Nevertheless Samena, I need some collateral, because it is a large amount."
"I am ready to do anything to get out of this trouble." Samena tried to hold her gaze towards Samena but was unable to. Her eyes dropped to the floor.
Her reply aroused evil thoughts in his mind. Fahim realized that it was the perfect opportunity for him to exploit her weakness.
He said, "Well Samena, You're an asset!"
She felt her stomach fluttering and looked at him quizzically.
"I can arrange this amount for you privately without any one knowing it. But you have to do something for me."
She was elated to hear his reply, and she asked, "What can I do for you Fahim?" Samena's pulse quickened. She looked at him with a sexy grin, and reading this, Fahim wanted to take her in his arms to kiss her, push her back on the carpet, and make sweet love to her. Samena sensed his feelings and could feel herself turning even redder.
Her body seemed to be calling to him and he would answer the call. Moving his hands round her shoulders he said, "Well Samena I just want to experience . . . you. That is; if you will oblige me."
Hearing him say this, Samena went pasty white, stunned and lost for words. She looked paralyzed. She could not breathe, and she certainly could not face him. His statement crushed, embarrassed, and insulted her all at the same time. She wanted to run out of the house. However, she desperately needed the money. To contain her anger, she stared at her hands, wringing them together in the soft glow of her dupatta. Minutes passed, and then finally she nodded. It was not strange, as Fahim well knew that, for a '. woman that would have been the ultimate price to pay.
"Yes," she said softly, "I know that's what you want. You want me to sleep with you. However, you're probably not expecting this answer but what you are requesting is out of the question, Fahim. In fact, how can you even think of such a thing? You're my husband's best friend. Do you think that I have no morals? Do you think that I am such a pervert that I would go to bed with you for money? Although I am in need of money, that does not mean I will sacrifice my purity for it. I thought you were not that type of man, but I guess all men are the same. You see a woman alone and you can't wait to try and get her to bed." She stared at him intently and finished with a hiss, "You can forget it. I prefer to remain in debt."
Hearing this final statement from Semena, Fahim now realized, perhaps he had gone too far. He didn't want to ruin the friendship that they both enjoyed. Other thoughts were racing through his mind. Is she really that mad at me? What if she told my wife? What if she told her husband? Nevertheless, Fahim didn't lose his nerve. He had to see this through. "Well, Samena, the choice is yours. You are in need of money and I can give you that. All I want is a few hours with you lying next to me. No one will ever have to know what happened, and, the money I give you will solve all your problems. It would not be wise on your part to reject my offer. You sleep with me just this once, and that's it. After its over, then we can carry on with our lives, and we'll never repeat it unless you are the one who would like to resume it."
When he finished his offer, she looked at him brushing her hair back with her fingers. She shook her head slightly, and said, "I don't know, Fahim. Seeing this gesture told Fahim that the ice was melting and she was going to accept his offer. They sat there silently for several moments and he could see her breasts rising and lowering with increased intensity..
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