Adultery Sins of Joy by bena4u

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Did I mention about her breasts, Of course any description of her would be incomplete if it doesn't include her enormous well-shaped breasts showing no signs of sagging after tone and half decades of married life. I've ever seen a woman with lovely bottom and lovely breasts. Well, Shahida bhabi was one such woman. Her breasts were the ultimate weapons proudly standing far out from her voluptuous body. They always seemed like they were about to split open, if she breathed too hard. They were not too huge, but in a way they left my mouth wide open and my hands trembling in a futile wish to touch them at least once before my final demise. She doesn't have big tits, but they're perky, firm and a nice handful. I'm sure they aren't going to be sagging around her waist when she hits fifty. In short Her curves might a matter of envy for most of the female of her age.

On a number of occasions when she was busy with house chores in my presence, she was less guarded about her dress. I saw more of her sexy cleavage and she bent over more in my presence even it was not really needed. It made me feel hot and uncomfortable but I did nothing as we were still maintaining usual respectable polite distance.

It was when I was in my bed at night; there wasn't a night when I didn't jerk off the hardness of my cock to mental images of Shahida Bhabi being fucked by me. That was all the time of my masturbation when her naked body was my number one fantasy. I spent a lot of time jacking off just from thinking about her while she probably had no idea that I wanted her so badly. I love her. I had always loved her but I've done it in silence. I had been feeling guilty because I dream about fucking my best friend's wife.

At that time my frustrations were so painful when I met Shahida Bhabi I could not look at her because I was frightened of her, frightened of myself, my feelings for her. I never bothered to pester them with uninvited intrusions to their house, although I wanted to meet Shahida Bhabi every time, every day, but not meet her. I was like a tormented child. I had no explanation what this woman did to me; all I knew was that I was dying to make this woman mine and there was no way in the world it could be possible. I could not foresee any way of achieving that.

Sajad got a huge loss in his business because of over investing when the market was dead. Before he confided in me, it was too late his business was beyond irritability. Sajad had fought his business with everything he had. Then, just as surprising he decided to go to America to seek his fortune. In many respects, it was the best of times and, naturally, the worst of times. He needed to leave his wife and children behind all alone during his stay in the states.

He had lost his parents. Although Shahida bhabi' parents were available for their daughter care. But in the India custom, the parents or relatives of the female would not stay with their daughter and son-in-law. Sajad turned to me, his very good friend and adopted brother for help. Needless to say, I willingly stepped into the breech to be a good caretaker and helper towards his family in case of their need during his absence.

In a nutshell, he was fully convinced I was a thorough gentleman and not a scoundrel or opportunist at all. Thus, he asked me to take care of his family in his absence; I assured him that I would do my utmost to make sure that all their needs, no matter what would get my unscrimping love and attention. He thanked me profusely for being such a good friend and benefactor and he told Shahida and the children to look to me for love and guardianship until he came back for them, that I had promised to take care of their needs. I was a little uncomfortable about this situation because I was not sure how I'd keep distance from Shahida bhabi, but I felt I owed it to my friend to help out while he was away. I promise with me that I'll never think my friend's wife more like that and would be treat her like a sister- in- law. All my sexual intentions with Shahida Bhabi were brushed to one side momentarily as I took over my new role.

Sajad went to the USA but didn't t inform his wife or me of his arrival to the states. It was so strange not to hear from him. We feared the worst. We tried to get information but couldn't and after a month he himself informed us by telephone that he had been caught by the US immigration as he had a large amount of narcotics and was going to be imprisoned for seven years.

The incidence was a big shock to both of his family and myself. I liked Sajad a lot; he was really like a brother to me. Shahida bhabi had to face lot of problems, and it had paralyzed her. She moped around the house, hardly doing anything, hardly going anywhere. For the next few months, I helped Shahida bhabi with all the things that she had to do while at the same time comforting her. All Shahida bhabi wanted was to have someone to hold, and I had no problem in doing just that.

I was more concerned about the uncertainty and insecurity of Shahida Bhabi and her small family. Although it was a big shock to them at the time, but time heals every things. Now I was a more frequent visitor to Shahida Bhabi and her family, I was spending most of my time now near Shahida Bhabi and her family. We held regular meetings and discussed the problems as well as worked out solutions in the smooth running of their home; I had gained quite a reputation as a member of their family and was well liked and respected by them. We gradually became friends and got to know more about each other. I became her hero when I came to her aid. Weeks and months went by as Shahida Bhabi and I got to know each other better. I didn't think about her sexually for at least a few months, and then I realized that she was single now and I have more chances than ever.

Shahida Bhabi would sometimes invite me over for an evening meal. She was also calling me more frequently for different kinds of help like the children's college matters and financial support for her family in her day-to-day activities. Several times we traveled from one place to another together for different reasons in my car. She bent to give it to me or doing her house chores I would have see her cleavages, Now she didn't even try to cover them. So many times I noted her braless, because the way her breasts were moved suggesting that she was without a bra, they seemed to move with there own momentum. On those occasions Her breasts bounced in her qameez like a couple of puppies fighting in a sack. Once Shahida bhabi and I went to her children college and there was a cool brisk breeze blowing. It caught the bottom edge of Shahida bhabi 's qameez and lifted it. What a sight it was, for a split second, I saw the usually secret top of her shilwar, her shilwar covered hips, which made me mad. She saw me looking at her bottom; she smiled, pulled her top and covered her bottom. That was killing me. I have to admit that I tried rather hard to think of anything about Shahida bhabi but my disloyal mind didn't agree with me.

My desire to fuck Shahida Bhabi came back again at different times when we were alone together in her house. These times became more frequent as if she herself was organizing it that way. At least that was what I thought. When we where traveling in my car, I always tried to touch her belly, breasts, and bottom by one or other pretext, those were mere touches in comparison. Every accidental touch of any part of her body shook me and sent series of shivers down my body. I had always respectful with Shahida bhabi though, allowing my flirting to remain just within friendly limits.

It was not problem for me to stay with her alone in kitchen. As So many times I went and stood close by her side, not too close but close enough when ever she was making coffee or tea for me. I was expecting her response after each touch but she was amazingly unresponsive. Her body was really made for a sin and Even a saint would lose his self-control in close proximity to her.

I meaningfully stared passionately into her lovely eyes, she also kept her eyes on me, and sometimes she smiled while looking at me but nothing more than that. Days passed us by.

On different occasions I approached her with small gifts for her and the children, which she gracefully accepted with grateful thanks. Each time I went to her I made up some business reason. I brought special gifts like perfume, body lotion and so on for her and chocolates for her children. She used to hug me lightly whenever I returned from a long visit away. I have to admit, that I wished so many time to let my hands linger a little to her feel body, but I never did try nor show my sexual intention. It was only because I could not trust myself.

I wanted her desperately; my fantasies were still devouring her ripeness every time I retired to my bed. I slept most nights in my own ejaculate. On various occasions, I've had the pleasure of watching Shahida Bhabi work in kitchen wearing her casual shilwar, qameez. I had seen her as my Bhabi (sister-in-law) first and a woman second. Now I was looking her as a woman first and my Bhabi second, a woman that I dreamed about every night and felt sexual stirrings for. It was totally wrong, and it was driving me crazy. I would see her in the kitchen fixing dinner and have sexual thoughts. She would lean over to get something out of the refrigerator and I would see her qameez tighten over her smooth ass and pull between her cheeks. An unwanted chill would go through me. When she bent over in front of me, my eyes would fall on the opening of her qameez and I would look at the tops of her swinging breasts.

Now I was like a member of Shahida Bhabi's family and I used to have dinner at their place often. I'm really quite a shy man, not one for chatting up the women. We talked for hours and I felt so comfortable at their place. We discussed a lot of things, her family, her family problems, and her children. What she wanted from life. Shahida wanted a very normal life, love, and kids. She told me several things about what had gone on in her life. We would sometimes sit in her house late at night alone, and talk but never anything personal, never any hint about what I thought about her, I was waiting for a good time. I never saw her in a romantic mood. The relationship I wanted from her would never materialize. Once on a rainy night when we were sitting in her drawing room after dinner and were raining like a hell outside, Shahida bhabi was dressed in my favorite color shilwar qameez suit and smelling like a jasmine flowers. Suddenly she asked me, " When will you be remarrying, bhya (brother)? Tell me what kind of girl should I look for, for you?" (This is common in India that sisters search bride for their brothers)