Adultery Seducing Umera Bhabhi

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“You mean you didn’t see me?”
“Only your breasts.”
“Oh that’s okay! Most men like looking at a woman’s breasts!” Think I saw a bit more than your breasts,”
“What? What do you mean?” A strange look came over her face.
I got a little bolder seeing as she was not angry “Your nice, smooth pussy.”
“What you saw, Jawad was an accident. Please don’t tell anyone. I forgive you this time, but please don’t do it again,” She returned to being casual with me as if nothing had happened.
I left her,
She treated me after just as casually as she would every time, so I became bolder and once, I had to her when she was cooking in kitchen I went there to drink water while her family was in living room. I asked her for a kiss and a quick feel of her of her breast or maybe give me a flash of her breasts.
“Behave yourself someone might hear, don’t be a fool as I’m married woman and my husband is your cousin ” she replied.
Nevertheless, I was always flirting with her, taking every opportunity I got to touch her up.
The next incident happened a few weeks later, when I paid a visit to her house on a wet day. All of her family was there in lounge watching a movie on VCR. As it was so cold, they had arranged a mattress on the floor for them all to sit on together covering all their legs by sharing a blanket. They asked me to join them. My luck was in again as Bhabi was at the end of the line by the door. It was the opportunity of a lifetime. I sat next to Bhabi and our thighs touched as I tucked in the blanket around my legs.
She did not draw away from me and I was feeling her heat so I risked putting my hand on her inner thigh, which was covered by her silk shilwar. She should have been angry that I was so bold with her, but strangely, she wasn’t. I allowed my fingers to flutter up and down her thigh and she moved her legs wider apart to give me room. She admonished me with her eyes, but graced me with her open legs. I was that close I could feel the heat of her cunt. I had a hard-on I was dying for her to touch me, touch my cock, just a little stroke, perhaps. A wicked message flashed through my brain, if she allowed me to touch her cunt she would allow me to fuck her for sure!
She had her eyes on the TV and I was now feeling brave enough to touch the forbidden fruit pie. My hand slid slowly up to her upper thighs and into the cleft between her legs. She really had a big, fleshy oven between her legs. There was still plausible deniability, if she protested, but I had a hint to her desires because of her wetness that her vagina offered on either side of my fingers. Umera Bhabi did not stir to deter me. Tweaking her very intimate skin between my fingers I could feel her stifling a moan, she began to shake and use her vaginal muscles to grip my intrusive fingers. I wished vehemently that it were my cock entering her cunt, not my fingers.
Boldly I took advantage of the situation, sliding my hand slowly up her stomach, I tried to insert my hand into her shilwar, She didn’t let me, but a small smile appeared on her face as I felt her restraining hand holding back my roving hand. I teased her relentlessly for half an hour, trying to get my wicked way with her, but even I knew where to draw the line, because I was only teasing her, nothing could come of me going further. Instead I went to bathroom and once inside I banged the door to with my bum and placed the fingers that I had used to tap up Bhabi’s pussy with over my nose and mouth, they smelled divine! I just had to taste them, suck them! What I did know was it was the elixir from Bhabi’s cunt, which I had touched! I had fingered shallow, fingered deep. I had felt up her intimate wetness! Now I was sucking those fingers clean! My right hand was on my hard cock masturbating furiously. I cum that hard I fell to my knees with exhaustion, kneeling in my own copious spend which had spurted out of me onto Umera Bhabi’s bathroom.
After that when I went to her house. She didn’t hug me and went to the kitchen after a formal welcome to me. I went just after sometime behind her to the kitchen and asked her, “What is the problem bhabi you don’t look right?”
“Don’t talk with me Jawad, you’re not doing with me right,” she replied.
“But what I’ve done wrong bhabi,” I asked her.
“You know better what you was doing last day, this is not right between us, Jawad,” she told me with little anger. I was yearning to adore Her, and placed my arm around her, and drew her closer, but she pushed me and walked out from the kitchen.
There is always a turning point, then, one particular day not long after the under-the-blanket incident I decided on going to visit Umera Bhabi again, I knocked on door repeatedly and was about to leave when she finally opened her door to me. She looked hot and bother, sweat on her brow. She greeted me with a welcoming smile, gave me a little peck on the cheek and stood back to let me in “Come in and close the door behind you.” Leaving me there she turned and walked back to her kitchen. I stood in the doorway watching her busily cooking. The fact that I could plainly see that she was braless, wearing a camisole was really alluring to me, really, it was really showing the full effect of her creamy white cleavage, and her thimble shaped nipples trying to burst through the thin fabric. I wanted to just bury my face between her fleshy mounds and suffocate in the valley between her breasts.
Just looking at her like this excited me beyond control. She noted me staring her continually her so she asked me, “I think, Jawad, you want to eat me.”
See her in jolly mood, I quickly thought of something to say. I did want this moment to end. I had a good chance with my sister-in-law Umera bhabi if I didn’t ruin it, so was like a child needing courage to talk to a grown up. Finally I said, “Umera Bhabi, I want to tell you something, may I talk to you?”
“What is it, Jawad? You shouldn’t have to ask me when you want to talk me.”
“No! This is something new.” I said to her.
“Don’t be hesitant with me, I will not bite you! You know you can talk to me about anything.”
“Umera Bhabi, I have so much respect for you! I love you! I always have and I always will! My feelings for you are foremost here in my heart! I have never tried to establish a relationship with any another woman.”
She laughed out loud, and said, “This is not something new to me, Jawad! I have always known it from the way you do and look at me.” I was upset that she laughed at me, but finally, managed to say, “Umera Bhabi, I want to hold you, kiss you, for just once in my life.”
“Oh! What are you saying? You are a very mature young man for your age, but I’m not your age, look at me Jawad I am old enough to be you Mother! How I can do it with you?”
“Why can you not?”
“Because I’m too old for you! Much as you tempt me, flatter me with what you want from me, it is not to be.”
“You don’t take me seriously, because of my age. It means you like me, you want me, but you are using you age as a barrier, are you not?”
“I’m not young and pretty and slender not like the girls of your age, how can you want me? ”
“You would let me fuck you if I was older! Our ages should not count. Let me kiss you. You let me feel your lovely pussy again! You let me feel your need for me! Umera Bhabi, in my eyes you’re the most beautiful lady in the world!”
“You are getting me hot and bothered. I have given you the reasons why I can’t do it with you. Why don’t you go and fuck a girl of your own age, Jawad?
“You said you like me?”
“Yes, I like you,”
“A man likes to at least kiss the women who like him.”
“What do you mean?”
“I know you think this is wrong. But I’m a grown man, and you’re a grown woman. I have loved you all my life, but until this minute I didn’t really know how much. It would take just one kiss to show me you like me. I’m not asking you something that is impossible to give, just one kiss? ”
“Why not?”
“Because I’m not your wife.”
“You are a young man, but I’m not to your wife to be kissing you, but I’m your sister-in-law!”
“You don’t take me seriously because of my age. It means you like me but not completely. If you were younger and unmarried, would you consider me?”
“Would I want to be married to a young sweet man? Don’t be silly, yes.”
“Then pretend. Umera bhabi, you’re the most beautiful lady of the world in my eyes.” I replied.
“You mustn’t say like this, she told.
“You’re my sister-in-law, but you’re also a woman, are you not? “You said you like me?”
“Yes, I like you, I’ve said,” she said.
“I need you so bad, bhabi. I’ll go crazy if I wait any longer. You make feel special please bhabi only one kiss, just one kiss,” I said.”
She averted her eyes away from mine while biting her lip and seemed that she was going to make some final decision, and then, she croaked and cleared her throat. “Alright, I guess I can do it, just this once, mind!” she whispered, “Could I trust you? It has to be our secret.”
“You can try me.”
“Okay, Alright if it will make you happy, but only one No misunderstandings, she repeat, only one, right,” she said. “And this would just between you and me; you would never say anything about this to anyone?”
She was standing over at the window looking out at nothing in particular. Excitedly, I swiftly closed the yawning gap between us. Slipping my arms under hers and hugging her warm tremble body tightly to mine. I cuddled her to me kissing her ears and neck, which made her want to turn into my arms, and our lips met.
She blushed when I whispered, “Your lips are beautiful and soft I wish to suck them.”
“Oh, Don’t tease me like this,” she moaned. I could feel the heat from her body as it touched mine. She was touching mine, as though in hunger!
Impulsively she put her hands on my chest and pushed me away from her. “You are far too young for me,” she whispered.
“And you are the perfect lady for me. ”