29-06-2020, 07:07 AM
Jamela was a 36 year old housewife and mother of three children that most men found attractive, with 36D breasts, slightly curvy belly and her best feature, a firm wide bottom with strong muscular thighs. These features were obvious to the eyes of discerning men, even though she never deliberately dressed to show them off. She wasn't old fashioned but her normal attire was the traditional Indian shilwar and qameez.
Her husband was a successful entrepreneur, owning a successful import-export company, which provided him with a substantial income to keep his family in a comfortable lifestyle and to keep his wife happy. He was very active in his business and he frequently made business trips both inside the country as well as abroad, so he was often away from home. The couple had three children, a 14-year-old daughter Sadaf and two sons, Jamil 12 and Salman 10, all of them usually out all day in school.
Jamela's husband had a cousin named Jawad, who was admitted into a college in the city where they lived. He lived with his parents in a small village, and they thought that it would not be comfortable for Jawad to live in a hostel, as he had lived all his life in the village and wasn't used to city life. Consequently, they asked Jamela's husband to arrange for him to board somewhere and he kindly offered to let him stay in their house, as they had a spare bedroom.
The time for Jawad to attend college came and he moved into their house. He was about twenty-three years old, six foot tall and physically fit with an energetic and muscular body. He had jet-black hair, and large eyes; from the first time Jamela saw him, she thought she saw a deep lust and desire in those eyes.
He was a really good-looking young man with a very charming face, knowledgeable about many different topics, and very talkative by nature, telling some good jokes. Overall Jamela was very taken with his personality and liked him very much. As time went by, he became more comfortable with everyone, and very soon he was accepted as a member of the family.
The children would quite often visit their grandma or play outside with their friends and if her husband was out of town on a business trip she would have lots of time to herself, but now Jawad would keep Jamela company. He always used to help her in the kitchen, and he liked to chat with her.
She became comfortable talking to him and quite often Jawad would pay her compliments. These conversations happened quite regularly, and his sense of humor and frankness excited her. They used to have wonderful talks together and he told her that he had always wanted to have an older woman like her as a friend. A number of times she thought she saw him staring lustily at her, but then thought it was just her imagination and thought no more about it. Jamela became used to having Jawad around and she missed him whenever he went home for two or three days.
Jamela began to be a little careless about her dress at home, usually wearing the loose cotton qameez and shilwar that just showed the shape of her breasts and the fullness of her ass under the thin fabric and more than once found him peeping and staring at her curves. At first, she thought she might have imagined it but when she watched him more closely she saw that it was true, and in a strange way it excited her. After all, she thought, he's probably a sex-starved young man and she did not give it much thought after that.
Jawad was a good cook, so it made sense for him to help Jamela in the kitchen, helping her cook, clean up the kitchen and wash the dirty dishes. She noticed that while he was working with her he frequently brushed up against her body and she also found him staring at her breasts on a number of occasions, especially while talking to her. When he realized that she had seen him staring at her, he would be embarrassed and try not to look again, but after some time, his eyes would return to her boobs.
Her husband was a successful entrepreneur, owning a successful import-export company, which provided him with a substantial income to keep his family in a comfortable lifestyle and to keep his wife happy. He was very active in his business and he frequently made business trips both inside the country as well as abroad, so he was often away from home. The couple had three children, a 14-year-old daughter Sadaf and two sons, Jamil 12 and Salman 10, all of them usually out all day in school.
Jamela's husband had a cousin named Jawad, who was admitted into a college in the city where they lived. He lived with his parents in a small village, and they thought that it would not be comfortable for Jawad to live in a hostel, as he had lived all his life in the village and wasn't used to city life. Consequently, they asked Jamela's husband to arrange for him to board somewhere and he kindly offered to let him stay in their house, as they had a spare bedroom.
The time for Jawad to attend college came and he moved into their house. He was about twenty-three years old, six foot tall and physically fit with an energetic and muscular body. He had jet-black hair, and large eyes; from the first time Jamela saw him, she thought she saw a deep lust and desire in those eyes.
He was a really good-looking young man with a very charming face, knowledgeable about many different topics, and very talkative by nature, telling some good jokes. Overall Jamela was very taken with his personality and liked him very much. As time went by, he became more comfortable with everyone, and very soon he was accepted as a member of the family.
The children would quite often visit their grandma or play outside with their friends and if her husband was out of town on a business trip she would have lots of time to herself, but now Jawad would keep Jamela company. He always used to help her in the kitchen, and he liked to chat with her.
She became comfortable talking to him and quite often Jawad would pay her compliments. These conversations happened quite regularly, and his sense of humor and frankness excited her. They used to have wonderful talks together and he told her that he had always wanted to have an older woman like her as a friend. A number of times she thought she saw him staring lustily at her, but then thought it was just her imagination and thought no more about it. Jamela became used to having Jawad around and she missed him whenever he went home for two or three days.
Jamela began to be a little careless about her dress at home, usually wearing the loose cotton qameez and shilwar that just showed the shape of her breasts and the fullness of her ass under the thin fabric and more than once found him peeping and staring at her curves. At first, she thought she might have imagined it but when she watched him more closely she saw that it was true, and in a strange way it excited her. After all, she thought, he's probably a sex-starved young man and she did not give it much thought after that.
Jawad was a good cook, so it made sense for him to help Jamela in the kitchen, helping her cook, clean up the kitchen and wash the dirty dishes. She noticed that while he was working with her he frequently brushed up against her body and she also found him staring at her breasts on a number of occasions, especially while talking to her. When he realized that she had seen him staring at her, he would be embarrassed and try not to look again, but after some time, his eyes would return to her boobs.
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