Adultery Life of an Indian Woman by bena4u

[Ramesh_Rocky]

After they had observed the usual formalities, she asked Huseen if she could talk to him about her problem. He gave her his full attention and answered in the affirmative. "Of course. I want to hear what you have to say." she was obviously nervous, clasping her hands in her lap and he asked her to tell him what was bothering her. she wet her lips and briefly told him thier financial situation.


After listening to her he said, "Sameena, I still don't quite understand why you have come to me." As he said this, he moved his body to rest his feet on the long sofa. her blushing face grew a deeper shade of red now. she looked down to her hands, doing her best to keep from wringing them with nervousness, making a conscious effort not to touch him.

she tried to adopt her normal posture and released a deep sigh, raising her gaze to meet his stare directly. "We need five hundred thousand rupees (currency of thier country, equaling to ten thousand dollars) to settle our problems." she paused and looked down again at her hands. "I'm embarrassed to say that you are our last hope."

He replied, "I would like to be able to help you, Sameena, but this is a huge amount, you know."

"As I said, Uncle Huseen, you are our last hope."

"OK, Sameena, if I were to loan you the money you require, what can you offer me in return?"

This question took her by surprise, and hesitatingly she told him, "I'm sorry, we have nothing to offer you except our store as collateral," she mumbled dejectedly staring down at her hands in her lap.

"I don't think that's true, Sameena . I think you have a great deal to offer." As he said that, she looked up only to find him staring directly at her breasts. She didn't think she could blush any more than she was, and she looked down again to avoid his piercing gaze that seemed to be undressing her right there. she felt so ashamed.

"What exactly do you mean Uncle?" she asked indignantly.

"I am much more interested in you than in any collateral," he responded clearly.

"Oh," she shivered and didn't know how to reply. she didn't know what to think. What did he mean?

He laughed. "It's not that terrible an idea is it?"

"I really don't understand why you assume I would accept your offer!"

　

"No one will ever know what has happened if we don't tell and we're not going to do that," Huseen said.

"Has anyone ever told you you're a very beautiful young woman? Sameena, not only are you beautiful, but you are very smart too. I knew that you would resist the idea," he said.

Sameena jaw dropped in total dismay. Losing all of her strength, she sunk deeply into the sofa. When she spoke, her voice could only mumble these words with shock. "You want me to have sex with you?"

He nodded his head. she asked again, "Why on earth would you want to do that with me when you could have any other girl who is much prettier than I?"

"You are a beautiful woman, Sameena . I don't know any girl that's prettier than you," he replied.

"Uncle, there is no way I can agree to this. I just can't do it," she said firmly and coldly. Then something happened inside her, something she didn't expect, as she blurted out, "I need to think about it!" These scary feelings aroused such erotic thoughts inside her and she knew her face was turning beet red in front of him again.

With Huseen's many years of experience, he could sense her inner feelings of discomfort; he was not about to let an opportunity to have a young virgin woman slip through his hands.

Sameena rose from the couch and went to stare out of the window. she was thinking about whether a girl must be a virgin before marriage. It was strange but the more she thought about it the more excited she felt. This was Huseen! she had fantasized about him for years. As she thought about it she was beginning to think that she should accept his offer as it was an easy way out of thier problems. she'd intended to remain a virgin until she married, but after all she was now over eighteen, she argued with herself, and she'd has to lose her virginity one day.

"I really should go back home," she told him.

With that Huseen moved closer and stood directly behind her. "But why?" he asked, "It's the middle of the day, and we're home alone." When he spoke, she didn't even have time to turn around and she jumped when Huseen grabbed her wrist.

"I was patiently waiting to get you alone," he said and turned her around to face him.

"Why would you want me alone?" she asked and then looked up at Huseen and thought, "'I'd been dreaming of this moment since I was a little girl.'" she licked her lips seductively stopping to bite a little on her lower lip.

"Because Sameena, I've wanted you for a long time now and I figured that today was our best chance."

Before she could guess his intentions, Huseen wrapped his arms around her, pulled her into his arms and drew her tightly against his chest. She gasped as his hands came in contact with her and her nostrils were assailed by his clean, masculine smell. His tongue flicked and touched her earlobe. His tongue traced its way from her ear down her neck. This feeling was so exciting. As he was an expert so he knew this was one of sensitive spots of women? she was not prepared for any of this.

"Huseen, you don't have to she never had a chance to finish her sentence. Looking down at her, he gave her a devilish grin. Hesitating only a second, he swooped down to kiss her mouth. His lips felt warm and firm and it didn't take long for her to respond and give in to the urge to return his kiss, as she furtively and shyly slanted her mouth underneath his. Sameena felt his tongue probing her lips and it made her gasp. she had never experienced this before. Obediently, she gave him the opportunity to slide his tongue into her mouth so he could taste her. She was amazed by the way she reciprocated. It was as if she wanted this to happen all along, as if she were not compelled, but rather of her own free will. She could feel his cock grow hard and it was pressing against her stomach.

Sameena had never been kissed before, and while it was shocking in a way, it was also thrilling. She felt warmth spreading through her belly, and her knees were slightly wobbly. She felt his hands roaming her backside, and she gasped again when he skimmed one hand up her ribs to cup the fullness of her breast. He was kissing her while he squeezed her breasts through her qameez (long shirt, used in India).

Sameena's eyes popped open and she stared directly into his as his hand brushed over her covered left nipple. she felt she should protest, but all she could muster was only a strangled moan of pleasure. His hand slipped inside the neckline of her qameez to cup her breast in his palm. Now his hand was touching her breast, skin to skin and she could hardly believe it. To try to control her excitement, she bit her lower lip. He pushed her up against the wall and with both hands on her ass cheeks, in a low masculine voice he said, "Oh, Sameena, I really want to fuck you now." So many things were going through her mind at that instant. She did not know what to do, but she wanted it. She had waited for this moment, but she had to admit that she was afraid, even though she did not want to. She didn't know what to do; she just knew she wanted him.

Sameena moved Huseen 's hand away when he tried to unzip her qameez, but he persisted and unzipped it. Huseen then raised her arms above her head and in one swift movement he took her qameez off and dropped it to the floor, revealing her white cotton bra. She immediately placed both of her hands over her bra trying to hide her breasts.

"Sameena, I've had dreams about being with you since the day you celebrated your seventeenth birthday, but I waited for you to become eighteen. I feel that if I don't taste you soon, I'll go insane with desire."

He brought his hand downwards her thigh and he slowly slid his hand inside her shilwar. She shrunk back a bit as his fingers pressed up to briefly touch her pussy. His hand continued searching her virgin body, and each time he rubbed his hand over the sensitive area between her legs, she would twitch with excitement. she could feel her pussy getting wetter and slippery inside. His rubbing fingers quickened and then drawing circles around her pussy, his fingers found her clitoris, her excitement reaching new peaks.

Huseen gently spread her pussy lips wide; and her head was spinning so fast that she had a hard time containing herself. She was losing control of her body as it started slow rhythmic convulsions. He slid his middle finger in to the entrance to her cunt, and without entering he applied gentle pressure. Soon he pushed a bit harder and she felt his finger go into her up to the first knuckle. He kept his finger quite still until she got used to it, and then she relaxed slightly. He was soon slowly rotating his finger gently around the tight rim of her entrance. she closed her eyes as Huseen continued to thrust his fingers, deeper and deeper inside her, his finger continuing to circle her pussy tunnel. She was biting her lip, when Huseen picked up the pace of his circles and intermittently altered his technique with deep thrusts into her, and then shallow again all of which was intended to drive her mad with desire. It was working, for she now badly wanted him inside her; more than anything now, she wanted to know what it was like to have a real cock fuck her pussy.

All of a sudden, he withdrew his fingers. The blissful pleasure that she had grown to desire, and now more than ever needed, disappeared in an instant. It was the most electrifying sensation of her life and she wanted more. There was something that was hard for her to admit, but she took a deep breath and said, "Huseen, I have something to tell you. I'm a virgin!" For some reason, she turned her head in shame. She knew inside she should be proud about her decision to wait until now, but being in the presence of a very experienced man, she did not know what to do.