Adultery AUNTY...............Stories collection by badhuman

[sarit11]

Partner


My story begins about ten years ago when my husband Vimal had started the Garment Trade. Soon he met a man named Prem who was also in the same business, and he was senior in the field so and my husband became friends. Prem really helped to my husband’s Company. Being the same age as myself, Sajad and Prem had the same ideas about life and Vimal shared ambitions. They both loved the fast pace of commerce and wanted their pots of gold to be plentiful.

Then one day, my husband told me that he wants to invite Prem to our house to share a meal together. He told me that he would not sit in drawing room but in lounge. It was so strange for me as my husband never inviting male guest in the house and he keeps me in vial. I don’t know how he dare to brought male in home. 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!

Maybe at this point I should tell you something about me. I had grown up in a very small town in a very conservative family so I’m a little religious woman, and like me my husband also interested in religion activities. I don’t like to meet male other than our close relatives and I never allowed people to enter my house other than blood relatives.

My body is thin although at the age of 36 and after birth of three children. But have got meat on right places woman should have. My breasts are full and for the most part still as perky as they had been when I was twenty-five. I’m fair skin rather than other Indian women who are dark, with a long nose and regular features though I dressed conservative simply, like most Indian women normally wore shilwar (traditional baggy trousers) Qameez (long traditional shirt) suit.

I wore baggy clothes and used Dupatta (head and neck scarf), dbangd around neck and chest to covered myself well. Yet my boobs and bottoms were so generous that they could not be completely hidden from view. I dressed in my finest but a very simple way. A black traditionally qameez (long shirt) with white shilwar (baggy trouser) and a large white Dupatta (head and neck scarf), dbangd around my neck and chest to cover my chest in the most decent fashion

Prem was also dressed in a very simple way. White traditionally qameez (long shirt) with white shilwar (baggy trouser). My husband formally introduced me to him, as I had never met him. Prem was tall, slim and in excellent shape with wavy black hair, fair skin, light facial hair and hypnotic black deep, large captivated and powerful eyes, Authoritative personality. He was one of the most incredible men I had ever seen in my entire life........