25-01-2019, 01:08 PM
My husband was a brutal and cunning person by nature. Weak, opportunistic, and avaricious, his only aim was wealth; he never hesitated to seize any opportunity to draw a profit. And he was every bit as boorish when it came to sex. All of our friends and relatives felt sorry for me, but there wasn't much they could do to help.
He often invited business partners over for dinner. I know my well quite well around a kitchen, so I always did the cooking and serving; menial a task, as it was, it did become an advantage.
My husband had an important and powerful business partner named Adnan. I was told by my hubby that, when Adnan came for dinner, I should dress nice and be on my best behavior. Adnan was a very attractive man, well mannered and charismatic. A charmer. He always arrived with an inviting smile and a gift for me. Once he stunned me with an expensive golden ornament. But a man's heart is in his eyes. I saw Adnan's lust every time I walked in front of him. From my sixth sense, which is normally very strong with the woman, I knew that he was lusting for me. I found his eyes traveling quickly up and down my body, over my tits or my face -always with unabashed adoration.
He never hesitated to touch me whenever the chance arose. Once, while I was standing next to him in our lounge, he ran his hand up my hip to my butt. I pulled away from him then, terribly upset to find myself growing aroused -and with my husband sitting mere feet from us. I went quickly to the kitchen to think just for a while about myself.
What is wrong with me? I wondered. Don't I have any control of my own body anymore? I truly and sickeningly enjoyed the attention I got from Adnan. Look at him! He wants me! Go ahead, give him what he wants. I also need it; I want it as bad as he does! My husband does not give me what I need, why not see if this nice man can? I felt my pussy growing wet as I thought about this.
Then guilt seized me. Though my husband had been hardhearted and unmerciful, I had remained faithful. He was still the only man with which I had shared a bed with in sixteen years. I tried to avoid thoughts of Adnan, but couldn't.
I am, without any exaggeration, a pretty woman, with curves figures in all the right places. though i was at my late thirties and a proud mother of three children. I'm often told as much; though such compliments move me to blush in embarrassment. As one of my woman friend always tells me that, "Saeeda, you have the sweetest full and firm ass with round shapely buns, but your greatest assets are your breasts. They are big, firm and protruding, almost an invitation to grab and squeeze them hard. They are big- almost too big for your slight frame. They hung heavily, but stood out proudly and came to a beautiful upturned point. you really had the type of breasts that most men just can't keep their eyes from their head."
Once, when Adnan was in our home and I was busy in kitchen, I heard my lascivious husband stupidly bragging about my breasts, saying they were very beautifully shaped. But Adnan was always very polite, even in the face of my husband's abject lechery.
Once when my husband was abroad, Adnan called to check up on me. I told him I was well. But he seemed intent on something.
"Your husband's gone, but I'm due for a visit. Am I not invited over?" "My home is your home," I told him, "You need no invitation."
He said then, salaciously, "OK. thanks, I will be there at 7 pm."
Adnan arrived right on time. He shook my hand at the door, as he always did, but his grip seemed tighter and he held my hand longer than usual! I pulled away, inviting him inside, and we went into the lounge. We sat opposite each other and chatted for some time. He mentioned that he knew palmistry, and asked if he could read my hand. I agreed and he eagerly took my hand in his rough one.
Adnan looked long at my palm. He told me truths about my life that I'd tried to bury and forget. He was squeezing and rubbing my hand very gently and I begged him to go on.
He said to me, "Dear Saeeda, if you want to know more about your life, then you have to pay for it".
"What do you want?"
Adnan told me how much he would like to see more of me. He was very close. Suddenly he pulled me towards him. He tried to kiss my mouth, but I turned away and he settled on my cheeks instead. His lips were hot as they moved down my throat. His touch was so warm and gentle; but I was still trying escaped myself from him. It was not so easy, and soon my will to resist became weak.
Finally, he put his lips on mine and kissed me very passionately. This time I made no attempt to pull away. At last I gave myself to him.
Then Adnan whispered in my ear, "I love you very much and can't bear it any more without telling you."
"But what you want I have never done before, nor I have thought about it. Please leave me." I pleaded with him.
"I know you haven't done it before but please do it for me."
He seemed very pleased with what he had in his hands. My protests fell on deaf ears.
I had to admit to myself that it felt good having Adnan's hands on my breast, but I also realized it was wrong. As Adnan continued to work on my tit he dropped his right hand to my knee. He tried to slide his hand up my thigh but I had my legs crossed at the ankles and my knees together. I kept grabbing his wrist as he tried to slide his hand up under my shilwar.
He was working on my tits, and said, "Spread your legs."
"No! It is not right. I will not allow you this."
But he didn't stop and at least he succeeded; his hand reached my cunt and he rubbed it for a while. Next he undid the knot of my shilwar. Now his hand slid between my thighs and stopped on my mound. I parted my legs some more. He massaged my pussy, slipping his finger inside me. He didn't stop there, but also slid my qameez up and exposed my soft, round breasts and prominent nipples. I am very proud of my breasts. They tend to catch men's eyes. Adnan played with my breasts and sucked and kissed my nipples and I became very aroused. He was sucking like a hungry infant, moving his lips from one tit to the other and back again. He then pushed his face into my armpits and sucked them. Apparently, he had a bit of a fetish about armpits.
I found myself growing strangely excited while he licking and sucking my underarms.
"I want your hand on my cock," he said. And he took my hand and put it on his cock.
"Feel how hard you make it?" he asked me.
I reluctantly fondled it. My experience with men was limited to my husband; I had never seen another erect cock before. Compared to my husband's, Adnan's was enormous, nearly twice as long and thicker.
"Yes. You are so big!" I replied
He ran my hand up and down the length of his cock. I gripped Adnan's root, and gave it a good squeeze. I was so nervous. I was shaking with excitement and then I started to play with his cock. I was amazed at how horny I'd become.
"We can't do anything more . . ." I murmured. I felt myself trembling while Adnan's hand slid over my body, stimulating me more and more with every caress. "What are we doing? We can't!"
Why can't we?" Adnan asked me. "You want it. I know you do. You want me to fuck you. We have crossed the limit, let's we move to bedroom."
"How . . . how can we? It's . . . it's too dangerous." I was frightened, this would be a new experience for me and I wasn't sure what to do. I just knew some one would walk in on us. I almost wanted him to.
"Adnan . . . I-I've never done this before," I stammered.
"I know, but please do it for me," Now Adnan was pleading.
Suddenly he picked me up and carried me to the bedroom, he set me down on the bed and snuggled up next to me, and pulled me onto his lap. I could feel his prick through his shilwar pressing against my pussy lips. His hand was now exploring my body. Brushing his fingers teasingly through my pubic hair, across my belly and cupping my breasts. He pulled my qameez off over my head and unhooked my bra. I was now totally nude in front of a man other than my husband. Adnan began to suck my firm tits. He shifted his mouth from my tits to kiss my neck and ear. As he caressed my nipples, sexual electricity lanced through me. I was ready to be fucked now. I was in a state of ecstasy.
He often invited business partners over for dinner. I know my well quite well around a kitchen, so I always did the cooking and serving; menial a task, as it was, it did become an advantage.
My husband had an important and powerful business partner named Adnan. I was told by my hubby that, when Adnan came for dinner, I should dress nice and be on my best behavior. Adnan was a very attractive man, well mannered and charismatic. A charmer. He always arrived with an inviting smile and a gift for me. Once he stunned me with an expensive golden ornament. But a man's heart is in his eyes. I saw Adnan's lust every time I walked in front of him. From my sixth sense, which is normally very strong with the woman, I knew that he was lusting for me. I found his eyes traveling quickly up and down my body, over my tits or my face -always with unabashed adoration.
He never hesitated to touch me whenever the chance arose. Once, while I was standing next to him in our lounge, he ran his hand up my hip to my butt. I pulled away from him then, terribly upset to find myself growing aroused -and with my husband sitting mere feet from us. I went quickly to the kitchen to think just for a while about myself.
What is wrong with me? I wondered. Don't I have any control of my own body anymore? I truly and sickeningly enjoyed the attention I got from Adnan. Look at him! He wants me! Go ahead, give him what he wants. I also need it; I want it as bad as he does! My husband does not give me what I need, why not see if this nice man can? I felt my pussy growing wet as I thought about this.
Then guilt seized me. Though my husband had been hardhearted and unmerciful, I had remained faithful. He was still the only man with which I had shared a bed with in sixteen years. I tried to avoid thoughts of Adnan, but couldn't.
I am, without any exaggeration, a pretty woman, with curves figures in all the right places. though i was at my late thirties and a proud mother of three children. I'm often told as much; though such compliments move me to blush in embarrassment. As one of my woman friend always tells me that, "Saeeda, you have the sweetest full and firm ass with round shapely buns, but your greatest assets are your breasts. They are big, firm and protruding, almost an invitation to grab and squeeze them hard. They are big- almost too big for your slight frame. They hung heavily, but stood out proudly and came to a beautiful upturned point. you really had the type of breasts that most men just can't keep their eyes from their head."
Once, when Adnan was in our home and I was busy in kitchen, I heard my lascivious husband stupidly bragging about my breasts, saying they were very beautifully shaped. But Adnan was always very polite, even in the face of my husband's abject lechery.
Once when my husband was abroad, Adnan called to check up on me. I told him I was well. But he seemed intent on something.
"Your husband's gone, but I'm due for a visit. Am I not invited over?" "My home is your home," I told him, "You need no invitation."
He said then, salaciously, "OK. thanks, I will be there at 7 pm."
Adnan arrived right on time. He shook my hand at the door, as he always did, but his grip seemed tighter and he held my hand longer than usual! I pulled away, inviting him inside, and we went into the lounge. We sat opposite each other and chatted for some time. He mentioned that he knew palmistry, and asked if he could read my hand. I agreed and he eagerly took my hand in his rough one.
Adnan looked long at my palm. He told me truths about my life that I'd tried to bury and forget. He was squeezing and rubbing my hand very gently and I begged him to go on.
He said to me, "Dear Saeeda, if you want to know more about your life, then you have to pay for it".
"What do you want?"
Adnan told me how much he would like to see more of me. He was very close. Suddenly he pulled me towards him. He tried to kiss my mouth, but I turned away and he settled on my cheeks instead. His lips were hot as they moved down my throat. His touch was so warm and gentle; but I was still trying escaped myself from him. It was not so easy, and soon my will to resist became weak.
Finally, he put his lips on mine and kissed me very passionately. This time I made no attempt to pull away. At last I gave myself to him.
Then Adnan whispered in my ear, "I love you very much and can't bear it any more without telling you."
"But what you want I have never done before, nor I have thought about it. Please leave me." I pleaded with him.
"I know you haven't done it before but please do it for me."
He seemed very pleased with what he had in his hands. My protests fell on deaf ears.
I had to admit to myself that it felt good having Adnan's hands on my breast, but I also realized it was wrong. As Adnan continued to work on my tit he dropped his right hand to my knee. He tried to slide his hand up my thigh but I had my legs crossed at the ankles and my knees together. I kept grabbing his wrist as he tried to slide his hand up under my shilwar.
He was working on my tits, and said, "Spread your legs."
"No! It is not right. I will not allow you this."
But he didn't stop and at least he succeeded; his hand reached my cunt and he rubbed it for a while. Next he undid the knot of my shilwar. Now his hand slid between my thighs and stopped on my mound. I parted my legs some more. He massaged my pussy, slipping his finger inside me. He didn't stop there, but also slid my qameez up and exposed my soft, round breasts and prominent nipples. I am very proud of my breasts. They tend to catch men's eyes. Adnan played with my breasts and sucked and kissed my nipples and I became very aroused. He was sucking like a hungry infant, moving his lips from one tit to the other and back again. He then pushed his face into my armpits and sucked them. Apparently, he had a bit of a fetish about armpits.
I found myself growing strangely excited while he licking and sucking my underarms.
"I want your hand on my cock," he said. And he took my hand and put it on his cock.
"Feel how hard you make it?" he asked me.
I reluctantly fondled it. My experience with men was limited to my husband; I had never seen another erect cock before. Compared to my husband's, Adnan's was enormous, nearly twice as long and thicker.
"Yes. You are so big!" I replied
He ran my hand up and down the length of his cock. I gripped Adnan's root, and gave it a good squeeze. I was so nervous. I was shaking with excitement and then I started to play with his cock. I was amazed at how horny I'd become.
"We can't do anything more . . ." I murmured. I felt myself trembling while Adnan's hand slid over my body, stimulating me more and more with every caress. "What are we doing? We can't!"
Why can't we?" Adnan asked me. "You want it. I know you do. You want me to fuck you. We have crossed the limit, let's we move to bedroom."
"How . . . how can we? It's . . . it's too dangerous." I was frightened, this would be a new experience for me and I wasn't sure what to do. I just knew some one would walk in on us. I almost wanted him to.
"Adnan . . . I-I've never done this before," I stammered.
"I know, but please do it for me," Now Adnan was pleading.
Suddenly he picked me up and carried me to the bedroom, he set me down on the bed and snuggled up next to me, and pulled me onto his lap. I could feel his prick through his shilwar pressing against my pussy lips. His hand was now exploring my body. Brushing his fingers teasingly through my pubic hair, across my belly and cupping my breasts. He pulled my qameez off over my head and unhooked my bra. I was now totally nude in front of a man other than my husband. Adnan began to suck my firm tits. He shifted his mouth from my tits to kiss my neck and ear. As he caressed my nipples, sexual electricity lanced through me. I was ready to be fucked now. I was in a state of ecstasy.
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