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[Krishan202]

#Kaniha




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.