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Friend's Wife

By: Anu

Shakeel was my friend from last 13 years. We were the same native place. We worked in one city. He was employ and I had my own small business. We met twice in a week. Usually we met at his place. Because he was living in his own rented house. I was living with a couple of friends in a sharing place. Where shakeel doesn’t fell easy. Mostly we spend all the Sunday at his home, playing cards, etc. Shakeel family has not too big, his wife neelam and three children. My regular visit made me there like a family member. Even neelam washed and iron my cloths.

One Sunday I went to met Shakeel. I rang a bell. Neelam opened the door, she recived me eagerly. We went in the house. Neelam asked me to sit in a living room. There was no one at home. I asked about Shakeel. Neelam told me that he has gone to village an emergency to handle his farm problems and expected tonight. The children have gone to the nearby neighbors. Neelam asked me the tea and before my answer she went to kitchen. She came back very soon with a tray of tea. She took the tray on the table and sat on the same sofa where I was. She was making tea for me and also for herself. I asked her that how she managed the tea as soon. She smiled and told me that I was expected as a routine and she prepared it before. She was trying to please me. I looked her and found her very pleased. She has worn a black colored shilwar, low-neck qamiz with a red rose dupata. Her reddish color was shining in that. She never used cloths like this; usually she used casual dress at home.

We were talking on every topic, Her husband, children, my family etc. She raise and went to on the TV. She came back and sat very close to me even I can smell her body fragrance. We were talking and watching. Suddenly I felt her hand touched my hand. I couldn’t believe it. But by now she started pressing it. I just shocked and became nervous. I removed my hand from that place and took my cigarette from the table. I really needed smoking at this time. I light one. She became very embarrassed and disheartened. We didn’t spoke for a while and then she told me that she wants to talk me some important issue. Yes, why not anytime you may talk it. She once became calm. I asked her I am waiting.

She told me stammering that I I l I oov e y ou. I wondered to see and listen this. I keep silent because I have nothing to say. I glanced her with surprisingly. She was dodging me, and hang down her head in shame. Then she put her head on my shoulder and said that she is helpless to keep it more secrets from me. Because she couldn’t tolerate it more. I asked her that from when she feels like this? She replied that from the first day whenever she saw me. And with this she burst into tear and saying Don’t with draw your favor from me. I am really helpless. . I consoled her and wrapped my arms around her, and pushed her towards me. My fingers went into her hairs and moving there.

Now I thought about her on that point, which I never thought about her. She was utmost pretty and was in her mid youth of 34. Her complexion was whitish and had a long black hair. She kept herself fitted and was very slim with a normal height, and God has given to her unique breast and hips. Her breast and hip were too big and on the other hand she has thine waist She has a big black eyes which were fitted on her white colored. Her lips were rosy and were just like a wine cup. My hand was moving on her waist while she was clung to me tight. But Neelam have you ever taught about this relation? As you know better that we both are married and have children. Yes, why not more than 100 times. But love is blind it doesn’t see. What I should I do? Tell me. If you were not married I would take divorce to marry you. I don’t care of my family but I don’t want disturb your life because I love you. By that time I did not control myself to love her. I put my lips on her rosy lips and she responded eagerly starving. As she has already clung to her breast and me were pressing to me very tightly. She was really so soft like silk. My arms were also around her waist taking her. We were kissing with warmth of affection. I was rubbing gently her waist. And then my hand came to her breast under her armpit. She slipped away little to give way to my hand as she pressed very tight to me. And it was a signal from her that she is ready for anything. .