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

[sarit11]

I would sometimes invite Prem over for an evening meal. I was also calling him more frequently for different kinds of help like the children’s college matters and financial support for my family in our day-to-day activities. Several times we traveled from one place to another together for different reasons in his car. When we were traveling together in his car, so many time he touched my belly, breasts, and bottom accidentally. Every accidental touch of any part shook me and sent series of shivers down my body.

I was expecting his response after each touch but he was amazingly unresponsive. Once Prem and I went to my children college and there was a cool brisk breeze blowing. It caught the bottom edge of my qameez and lifted it. I felt that for a split second, Prem saw the usually secret top of my shilwar, my shilwar covered hips.

It was not problem both for us to stay alone in kitchen. As So many times he came and stood close by my side, not too close but close enough whenever I was making coffee or tea for him. So many times he brushed with me or brushed with him, and I was expecting his response after each touch but he was amazingly unresponsive. Self- praise is not recommendation but let me do it that my body was really made for a sin and even a saint would lose his self-control in close proximity to me.

I meaningfully stared passionately into his lovely eyes, he also kept his eyes on me, and sometimes he smiled while looking at me but nothing more than that. Days passed us by.On different occasions Prem approached me with small gifts for the children, and me these I accepted with grate thanks. Each time he came to us he made up some business reason. He brought special gifts like chocolates for my children and so on for me perfume, body lotion. I started to hug him lightly whenever he returned from a long visit away. I have to admit, that I wished so many time to let my hands linger a little to feel his body, but I never did try.

Now Prem was like a member of our family and he used to have dinner at our place often. We talked for hours and I felt so comfortable in his company. We discussed a lot of things, my family, my family problems, and my children. We would sometimes sit in my house late at night alone, and talk but never anything personal. I never saw him in a romantic mood. Once on a rainy night when we were sitting in our drawing room after dinner and were raining like a hell outside, I asked him, ” When will you be remarrying, bhya (brother)? Tell me what kind of girl should I look for you?” (This is common in India that sisters search bride for their brothers)

Without any hesitation he answered “Like you.” he smiled nonchalantly at smiled nonchalantly at me, I froze for a moment. So, that night I’d seen Prem eyeing my full breasts for the first time.”Like Me? What do you mean?” I moistened my lips and asked with a nonspecific smile.

He answered; “I mean pretty, attractive and beautiful like you.” I looked stunned at me for a moment, clearly embarrassed. I did not know what to say and stared at me for a few seconds. Then a whimsical smile crinkled my lips as I answered quietly, “Prem, you make fun of me, Dear. I am not beautiful.”