31-01-2019, 01:05 PM
Sins of Joy Ch. 01
I must be honest and tell you that all the names are not but the rest of what I am about to tell you is true. The story is set in India and involves an Indian. It could however be anywhere at any point in time. Don't let geography limit your vision.
Let me explain few Indian words used in story thoroughly. Qameez is part of dress as this is a long shirt, shilwar, a baggy trouser.
I don't mind you can call me anything you like. I will not defend what I did or doing. My name is Jawad, 38 years old and has business of a woman Garment manufacturer. I enjoy my trade very much. My story begins about ten years ago. It was about that time I met Sajad who was just starting up in the Garment Trade. He was very likable and we became firm friends. I really looked forward to Sajad's company. Then one day, out of the blue Sajad asked me to his house to share a meal together. That day was the turning point of my life and the reason I have to write this story. I am bursting to tell you! To tell the whole world in fact!
Being the same age as myself, Sajad and I had the same ideas about life and we shared ambitions. We both loved the fast pace of commerce and wanted our pots of gold to be plentiful. When I arrived at Sajad's house he showed me into a room, which had all the comforts and we sat and chatted animatedly, there was so much strong friendship between us. I felt warm in his company and then the door opened and in swept a vision of loveliness, which stopped my heart and opened my mouth agape with awe!
In the distance I faintly heard Sajad introduce her as his wife, Shahida and as he had adopted me as his Brother she was to become my Sister-in Law, ("Bhabi" I should mention that as a mark of respect to brother's wife, and we'll use the word "bhabi" there for Shahida ). I was deeply attracted to her and could not help feeling somewhat jealous about my friend Sajad. She traditionally greeted me with a quite smile and very politely and gracefully. I stole a quick glance at the lady; this was not just a simple lady. This was one gorgeous woman. My mouth was dry and uncomfortable I took a sip of my drink to hide my embarrassment. It was instant within me; I had to admit that I found Shahida attractive.
Over the course of the meal where she was sitting opposite me at the table I learned form her children that she may be in her mid thirties; thirty-four to be exact. She was the mother of three children, two sons named Faiz, Numan and a daughter named Shagufta, but looked much younger. She had a girlish body as well as a pretty young face. She had one of those cutesy girly voices.
I found her to be a very beautiful and graceful lady with nice brightest and communicative blue eyes I had ever seen with a soft gentle mouth on an oval face, sweet smile that really charmed people, a smile that, it has to be said could melt a mountain, and a very lovely, pretty but makeup-less face with blonde long silky hair had been tied back in a ponytail. She was not a tall woman, with an average height. To say, Shahida was attractive would be under estimating her beauty. She was vivacious! Such a delight to look upon! She was a magnet, my eyes made of ferrous metal. Talk at the table grew more banal and openly friendly. I was aware of Shahida Bhabi looking at me from time to time with lowered eyelashes.
She has a mountain beauty. She was fair skinned, unlike many Indian women who are dark, with a long nose and regular features though she was simply dressed, like most Indian women normally wore but very conservative but sensibly, in a light blue silk shilwar (traditional baggy trousers) Qameez (long traditional shirt) suit. She was looking elegant and classy. She was one of the most incredible women I had ever seen in my entire life. It was hard to say what her figure was like, for she wore baggy clothes. She covered herself well. But at very first look one can say that she had the right amount of curves. Her boobs and bottoms were so generous that they could not be completely hidden from view.
I could guess that she had a well filled-out body without being plump; she had thickened around the body but is not fat, she was neither thin nor chubby. A tiny but distinctly visible black-mole on the center of her upper lip, it was a focal point which attracted my attention. Her long graceful neck blended into the wide muscular shoulders. She had thin but rich juicy lips. I felt this beauty spot made her face look more ravishing, more desirable. Her feet are cute, with long toes and a high arch. I have a little foot fetish and I'm pretty sure it got started because she often walked in house bare foot. Every pore of her body emitted a sensation of passion and I suspected, a hidden lust. I purposely tried to avoid looking at her but I managed to see a generous glimpse of her cleavage as she bent forward towards me to eat her dinner. I tried my best to keep my eyes from her body that night not to show her any of my inner lust that I had for her, but I couldn't ignore her full, wide, round and soft ass which she displayed to me quite innocently as she moved gracefully around the room. The silk garments clung to her ass like a second skin showing me every intimate contour between her thighs. I must confess that, although she turned me on like crazy that first meeting, I had more respect for my friend, Sajad. Was I thinking of bedding her? I would be lying if I said, 'No.' She was after all, my friends wife! I was not a sinner. Thinking about sin didn't stop me from checking her out though. There was no sin in feasting ones eyes, was there? My fondness for Shahida Bhabi only intensified in the coming months, and sometimes it seems as if she hinted the same feelings I kept hidden deep inside my soul.
It did not take a lot of time for Sajad to be convinced I was not a wife seducer, a trouble-monger of ill repute, but a fine upstanding gentleman with extremely good and jolly decent manners.
Maybe at this point I should tell you something about myself. I live alone, because sadly my own wife died two years back leaving me with two children who are away from me in boarding college. I don't like but let me say I was considered handsome by most accounts and many noble ladies hoped to catch my eye for first few years. But From the time of my wife's death until this day, the day that I met Shahida Bhabi I had not looked at another woman. I had buried myself within my work.
Time seemed to pass more quickly now. Now there was a spring in my step, a joy in my heart. I woke up each day with a freshness of life and a liking for another day. "A day" when I would see Shahida Bhabi again. I got closer and closer to Sajad's family, and now my Bhabi (sister in law) called me bhya (brother) and I called her Bhabi (sister-in-law). Other more daring names crossed my mind, but for now I had to be content with Bhabi.
The children liked me very much even though they are now grown up. During those meetings, I carefully avoided looking at Shahida Bhabi. When I spoke to her it was with kindness, respecting her place as my friends wife.
In fact, I had not yet got a clear view of her body nor did I try to get a close look. Whenever I met her in her house, in the presence of Sajad, she remained with her upper body and head always covered with the pallu (side) of her dupata (long scarf). She was from a regular middle class and very conservative family and had grown up in a very small town. So I have always found Shahida bhabi, as a simple Indian wife and a very religious woman, like her wife my friend also interested in religion activities. Shahida bhabi kept care all the values and culture. She didn't like to meet male other than her close relatives and she never allowed people to enter her house. She even conceals her face when she uses to go out of her house. I consider myself one of the luckiest men on earth, who can go her house and could meet her.
As we became more intimately related I was able to snatch unguarded glimpses of Shahida 's uncovered body parts now that I was in a position to observe her more frequently. Obviously she took care to stay in perfect shape even after becoming a mother of three children. Her body was saying that she is trying hard to maintain her figures in shape. She is as fresh as twenty years young girl. I found my Shahida Bhabi has got a very nice bottom, gorgeous, lovely and round, full, curvaceous and tasty. At her waste she became impossibly thin before widening back out to long slender hips that supported a fantastic ass. Her bottom is enough to ignite any man's dick! Her buttocks are exceptionally large but perfect in shape. When she walks it's a great pleasure to see her undulating backside, rolling like tidal waves which gave me so many naughty and lewd thoughts of what I could do with her ass should the opportunity ever arise. My mouth stood open, ready to bite into her hips, when her bulging hips swayed back and forth in front of me. The sight truly made me very horny. Saliva rose freely to my lips when I fantasized just opening those buttocks with trembling fingers. I always think that, if I get a chance I would bury my face in her ass and never come up for air. I reprimanded my dangerous thoughts. My sinful thoughts, but I never listen to myself where Shahida Bhabi was concerned, because she was always there to make me an uncontrollable sinner again.
I must be honest and tell you that all the names are not but the rest of what I am about to tell you is true. The story is set in India and involves an Indian. It could however be anywhere at any point in time. Don't let geography limit your vision.
Let me explain few Indian words used in story thoroughly. Qameez is part of dress as this is a long shirt, shilwar, a baggy trouser.
I don't mind you can call me anything you like. I will not defend what I did or doing. My name is Jawad, 38 years old and has business of a woman Garment manufacturer. I enjoy my trade very much. My story begins about ten years ago. It was about that time I met Sajad who was just starting up in the Garment Trade. He was very likable and we became firm friends. I really looked forward to Sajad's company. Then one day, out of the blue Sajad asked me to his house to share a meal together. That day was the turning point of my life and the reason I have to write this story. I am bursting to tell you! To tell the whole world in fact!
Being the same age as myself, Sajad and I had the same ideas about life and we shared ambitions. We both loved the fast pace of commerce and wanted our pots of gold to be plentiful. When I arrived at Sajad's house he showed me into a room, which had all the comforts and we sat and chatted animatedly, there was so much strong friendship between us. I felt warm in his company and then the door opened and in swept a vision of loveliness, which stopped my heart and opened my mouth agape with awe!
In the distance I faintly heard Sajad introduce her as his wife, Shahida and as he had adopted me as his Brother she was to become my Sister-in Law, ("Bhabi" I should mention that as a mark of respect to brother's wife, and we'll use the word "bhabi" there for Shahida ). I was deeply attracted to her and could not help feeling somewhat jealous about my friend Sajad. She traditionally greeted me with a quite smile and very politely and gracefully. I stole a quick glance at the lady; this was not just a simple lady. This was one gorgeous woman. My mouth was dry and uncomfortable I took a sip of my drink to hide my embarrassment. It was instant within me; I had to admit that I found Shahida attractive.
Over the course of the meal where she was sitting opposite me at the table I learned form her children that she may be in her mid thirties; thirty-four to be exact. She was the mother of three children, two sons named Faiz, Numan and a daughter named Shagufta, but looked much younger. She had a girlish body as well as a pretty young face. She had one of those cutesy girly voices.
I found her to be a very beautiful and graceful lady with nice brightest and communicative blue eyes I had ever seen with a soft gentle mouth on an oval face, sweet smile that really charmed people, a smile that, it has to be said could melt a mountain, and a very lovely, pretty but makeup-less face with blonde long silky hair had been tied back in a ponytail. She was not a tall woman, with an average height. To say, Shahida was attractive would be under estimating her beauty. She was vivacious! Such a delight to look upon! She was a magnet, my eyes made of ferrous metal. Talk at the table grew more banal and openly friendly. I was aware of Shahida Bhabi looking at me from time to time with lowered eyelashes.
She has a mountain beauty. She was fair skinned, unlike many Indian women who are dark, with a long nose and regular features though she was simply dressed, like most Indian women normally wore but very conservative but sensibly, in a light blue silk shilwar (traditional baggy trousers) Qameez (long traditional shirt) suit. She was looking elegant and classy. She was one of the most incredible women I had ever seen in my entire life. It was hard to say what her figure was like, for she wore baggy clothes. She covered herself well. But at very first look one can say that she had the right amount of curves. Her boobs and bottoms were so generous that they could not be completely hidden from view.
I could guess that she had a well filled-out body without being plump; she had thickened around the body but is not fat, she was neither thin nor chubby. A tiny but distinctly visible black-mole on the center of her upper lip, it was a focal point which attracted my attention. Her long graceful neck blended into the wide muscular shoulders. She had thin but rich juicy lips. I felt this beauty spot made her face look more ravishing, more desirable. Her feet are cute, with long toes and a high arch. I have a little foot fetish and I'm pretty sure it got started because she often walked in house bare foot. Every pore of her body emitted a sensation of passion and I suspected, a hidden lust. I purposely tried to avoid looking at her but I managed to see a generous glimpse of her cleavage as she bent forward towards me to eat her dinner. I tried my best to keep my eyes from her body that night not to show her any of my inner lust that I had for her, but I couldn't ignore her full, wide, round and soft ass which she displayed to me quite innocently as she moved gracefully around the room. The silk garments clung to her ass like a second skin showing me every intimate contour between her thighs. I must confess that, although she turned me on like crazy that first meeting, I had more respect for my friend, Sajad. Was I thinking of bedding her? I would be lying if I said, 'No.' She was after all, my friends wife! I was not a sinner. Thinking about sin didn't stop me from checking her out though. There was no sin in feasting ones eyes, was there? My fondness for Shahida Bhabi only intensified in the coming months, and sometimes it seems as if she hinted the same feelings I kept hidden deep inside my soul.
It did not take a lot of time for Sajad to be convinced I was not a wife seducer, a trouble-monger of ill repute, but a fine upstanding gentleman with extremely good and jolly decent manners.
Maybe at this point I should tell you something about myself. I live alone, because sadly my own wife died two years back leaving me with two children who are away from me in boarding college. I don't like but let me say I was considered handsome by most accounts and many noble ladies hoped to catch my eye for first few years. But From the time of my wife's death until this day, the day that I met Shahida Bhabi I had not looked at another woman. I had buried myself within my work.
Time seemed to pass more quickly now. Now there was a spring in my step, a joy in my heart. I woke up each day with a freshness of life and a liking for another day. "A day" when I would see Shahida Bhabi again. I got closer and closer to Sajad's family, and now my Bhabi (sister in law) called me bhya (brother) and I called her Bhabi (sister-in-law). Other more daring names crossed my mind, but for now I had to be content with Bhabi.
The children liked me very much even though they are now grown up. During those meetings, I carefully avoided looking at Shahida Bhabi. When I spoke to her it was with kindness, respecting her place as my friends wife.
In fact, I had not yet got a clear view of her body nor did I try to get a close look. Whenever I met her in her house, in the presence of Sajad, she remained with her upper body and head always covered with the pallu (side) of her dupata (long scarf). She was from a regular middle class and very conservative family and had grown up in a very small town. So I have always found Shahida bhabi, as a simple Indian wife and a very religious woman, like her wife my friend also interested in religion activities. Shahida bhabi kept care all the values and culture. She didn't like to meet male other than her close relatives and she never allowed people to enter her house. She even conceals her face when she uses to go out of her house. I consider myself one of the luckiest men on earth, who can go her house and could meet her.
As we became more intimately related I was able to snatch unguarded glimpses of Shahida 's uncovered body parts now that I was in a position to observe her more frequently. Obviously she took care to stay in perfect shape even after becoming a mother of three children. Her body was saying that she is trying hard to maintain her figures in shape. She is as fresh as twenty years young girl. I found my Shahida Bhabi has got a very nice bottom, gorgeous, lovely and round, full, curvaceous and tasty. At her waste she became impossibly thin before widening back out to long slender hips that supported a fantastic ass. Her bottom is enough to ignite any man's dick! Her buttocks are exceptionally large but perfect in shape. When she walks it's a great pleasure to see her undulating backside, rolling like tidal waves which gave me so many naughty and lewd thoughts of what I could do with her ass should the opportunity ever arise. My mouth stood open, ready to bite into her hips, when her bulging hips swayed back and forth in front of me. The sight truly made me very horny. Saliva rose freely to my lips when I fantasized just opening those buttocks with trembling fingers. I always think that, if I get a chance I would bury my face in her ass and never come up for air. I reprimanded my dangerous thoughts. My sinful thoughts, but I never listen to myself where Shahida Bhabi was concerned, because she was always there to make me an uncontrollable sinner again.
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