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On a cold and snowy December evening, Sameena was sitting in front of the fireplace, the flames dancing around lighting the magazine She was reading while sipping her warm tea. She held her breath, closing her eyes as if to block out a physical image, but the past crashed down on her despite what she wanted. Sameena was chewing her lip in nervous agitation.

Sameena's 55 right now but when this all started she was just a k**. At this age, her restlessness is being driven by her memories: memories those have been haunting her for many years. These are c***dhood memories, which have faded a bit over the years, but still are as real as if they all happened yesterday.

Sameena's mother was several years younger than her father. Thinking back on this story She was probably about ten years old at the time, while her mother was in her early thirties. Sameena's mother was exceptionally beautiful, with sparkling wide eyes, high cheekbones, and beautiful full lips above her firm square chin. Her body was as attractive as her face, with perfect, luscious full breasts and a rounded ass, and many guys just drooled looking at her. At that age the sensual curves and full curvaceous figures drive many men crazy with lust.

Against that background, cousins on her father's side started paying them frequent visits. Most of the time they would come while Sameena father was at home, but would never hesitate to come even when her father was out tending the store. They were very close and were always very kind to all of them, including her brother, her sister and her. Her mother always seemed to enjoy her father's male friends and cousins, and in particular one of her father's young cousins,named,Huseen . She always seemed glad to see them, but Sameena was puzzled because her manner was more reserved when her father was home.

Sameena was teen years old when returning home from school one day to find that the house very quiet except for some faint noises coming from her parent's bedroom. Trying to be quiet and not disturb anyone, She crept over to the door to listen because she was sure that the sounds were of a woman moaning. By this time she got to the door the moans were quite loud and seemed very strange to her. her curiosity was strong now, so she quietly opened the door to see what the woman might be doing.

What Sameena saw stopped her, with her mouth and her eyes wide open, because she saw a naked man in the room, which was amazing to her and seemed so unreal at the time. She'd never seen anything like this in her entire life. His back was towards her and his hair was long and he had very broad shoulders. It seemed so surreal to her that he was butt naked! She had never seen a man's ass before, but then, even more to her surprise, She saw it was her father's cousin who was lying on top of her mother! she watched in total amazement as her mother had her hands on his ass pulling him harder and harder against her.

Their actions had her frozen on the spot and something different started happening to her. She could feel something new and different and it seemed to be emanating from her pussy. Flashes of excitement raced through her body, as she stood there transfixed by the movement of their naked bodies. At this point there was no need for her to be quiet, because her mother was being fucked mercilessly, shouting and screaming in pleasure.

Sameena does't know exactly when her hand slid between her own legs to rub her pussy through her shilwar.

"Yes, Huseen fuck me! You needed your sister-in-law to fuck you! Take me! Take my cunt. Split me with your cock. Oh yes, yes!" Each "yes" was punctuated by an extra hard thrust. she watched transfixed as her dad's cousin fucked her mother in an animistic display of lust and carnal need. her mother screamed, obviously wanting the hard pounding she was receiving. "Yes fill me!" she said to him. "Your cousin doesn't know how to fuck. Show me you're a real man and fuck me raw, you bastard!" Huseen increased his pace and her mother kept shouting at him. "Oh yes, Oh yes, yes!" Each "yes" was accompanied by an extra hard thrust down deep into her mother's pussy. Holding each other tightly, their bodies were convulsing with excitement. Uncle Huseen caressed and kissed her mother's breasts. "I can feel your seed spurting. There! Oh it's hot! Oh it's spreading inside me! I'm flooded!"

They jerked, shuddered, and then Huseen lay still on top of Sameena's mother.

Sameena eyes were glued to their every movement and she did not know what to do next. Sweating, she felt stupid or maybe a better word would be ashamed. She did not know why the hell she had stood there witnessing this dirty scene. She would have never believed it, if she hadn't seen it with her own eyes.

Sameena thought, was that why they came here? Is that why she brought his cousins over to play all of the time? Was this happening all the time behind her father's back? she couldn't believe she had given her body to him knowing that he was so much younger than her. She thought back on the previous few years and remembered all the times she had gone alone with him and her father's other cousins into a room even when she knew they'd seen them leave together.

Later that night while lying in bed thinking about Huseen and the scene that Sameena witnessed, she started feeling new things in her body that she had not felt before. Her nipples were fully erect and there was this strange tingling feeling in her pussy. To her surprise, when she reached down to her pussy she found it so wet and slippery. Something compelled her to slip a finger inside it. This new experience felt so good that she let out a moan. Was this how it felt to have a man's cock inside? All of a sudden, she wanted to know. For the first time in her life, she was feeling sexual lust. In the seclusion of her room, she felt safe to explore her body. Her hands caressed her breasts and then, sliding her fingers in and out of her pussy, she brought herself to her first orgasm. This new discovery was so wonderful! For the next few days she wandered around the house with an enigmatic smile on her face and in her eyes. Her newfound pleasure kept her in her bedroom masturbating every chance she could get and fantasizing about Huseen .

"Are you OK, Sameena?" her mother would ask. "Are you sure you're not ill or something?"

"No! There's nothing wrong," Sameena always replied. Still she wasn't satisfied and every day asked her why she was upset. Surely she had noticed something strange for she was no longer a c***d. Even so, Sameena did not stop her activities. All the while she wanted so desperately to tell someone of her mother's betrayal of their father with their own blood relatives. In her mind she mulled it over and over, but whom could she tell? What do she know with her little experience in life and really her lack of sexual experience? From what she knew, two people would not have sex for both pleasure and excitement, but only for the purpose of having c***dren. she realized that she was quickly growing up sexually, and her frustration continued to build. Sameena found herself masturbating twice a day and it felt so wonderful with all of the new and exciting pleasures her body offered to her.

As time passed, Sameena's mother became more elderly and her uncle and cousins' visits became more and more infrequent until they finally just ended. Her father had died and left them in a somewhat desperate situation. Being the oldest of the siblings, it was Sameena's duty to care for the younger members of her family as she was the dutiful daughter who cares for her family. they appointed one of her father's helpers as manager of the store, and she assisted him to do her best to support thier family no matter how difficult it was. Thier financial condition continued to worsen, for her father had owed a lot of money to suppliers prior to his death. They were cooperative, because her father was a long-time customer of theirs, but even so, they still did not have the financial means to meet their obligations.

In desperation, she decided to contact her mother's old lover, Uncle Huseen . she was not quite sure what she would say, but it sounded like a good idea at the time. Now, Huseen was about 38, quite tall, well built, sophisticated and very wealthy. He flirted quite outrageously with her and she was also attracted to him. She liked him and he was often a part of her masturbation fantasies. She called him and she was glad that he answered instead of his wife.

"Hello, uncle. Can I bother you?"

"Of course, why not?"

"Where's Aunty, are you home alone?" she asked.

"She's gone with the c***dren to meet her mother. It seems I'm all alone." she could almost hear the innuendo in his voice.

"I want to meet with you, uncle. I need to discuss something with you."

"Sure. You can come any time you like, but just let me know when you want to come over," he said in his distinctive voice.

"I need to see you now," she said in a quavering voice.

"I'll wait for you." There was a pause before he said, "I want to meet you too," and then he hung up the phone. She thought, he wants to meet her? He actually said that? What was that about?

At noon she nervously went over to her Uncle Huseen 's house. Taking a deep breath, she opened the door and Huseen was right there to greet her and welcome her into his home. He led her into his living room and asked her to sit with him on the sofa. Nervously, she found her spot on the opposite end of the sofa from him. she had caught his admiring stare several times and she did nothing to discourage him, but when she realized his eyes were not leaving her body, she raised her shawl to better cover herself. she felt a deep blush envelope her and she folded her arms over her chest. This was the first time she had ever been alone with a man. she had butterflies in her stomach and a tingling somewhere deep inside her that scared her.

After they had observed the usual formalities, she asked Huseen if she could talk to him about her problem. He gave her his full attention and answered in the affirmative. "Of course. I want to hear what you have to say." she was obviously nervous, clasping her hands in her lap and he asked her to tell him what was bothering her. she wet her lips and briefly told him thier financial situation.

After listening to her he said, "Sameena, I still don't quite understand why you have come to me." As he said this, he moved his body to rest his feet on the long sofa. her blushing face grew a deeper shade of red now. she looked down to her hands, doing her best to keep from wringing them with nervousness, making a conscious effort not to touch him.

she tried to adopt her normal posture and released a deep sigh, raising her gaze to meet his stare directly. "We need five hundred thousand rupees (currency of thier country, equaling to ten thousand dollars) to settle our problems." she paused and looked down again at her hands. "I'm embarrassed to say that you are our last hope."

He replied, "I would like to be able to help you, Sameena, but this is a huge amount, you know."

"As I said, Uncle Huseen, you are our last hope."

"OK, Sameena, if I were to loan you the money you require, what can you offer me in return?"

This question took her by surprise, and hesitatingly she told him, "I'm sorry, we have nothing to offer you except our store as collateral," she mumbled dejectedly staring down at her hands in her lap.

"I don't think that's true, Sameena . I think you have a great deal to offer." As he said that, she looked up only to find him staring directly at her breasts. She didn't think she could blush any more than she was, and she looked down again to avoid his piercing gaze that seemed to be undressing her right there. she felt so ashamed.

"What exactly do you mean Uncle?" she asked indignantly.

"I am much more interested in you than in any collateral," he responded clearly.

"Oh," she shivered and didn't know how to reply. she didn't know what to think. What did he mean?

He laughed. "It's not that terrible an idea is it?"

"I really don't understand why you assume I would accept your offer!"

　

"No one will ever know what has happened if we don't tell and we're not going to do that," Huseen said.

"Has anyone ever told you you're a very beautiful young woman? Sameena, not only are you beautiful, but you are very smart too. I knew that you would resist the idea," he said.

Sameena jaw dropped in total dismay. Losing all of her strength, she sunk deeply into the sofa. When she spoke, her voice could only mumble these words with shock. "You want me to have sex with you?"

He nodded his head. she asked again, "Why on earth would you want to do that with me when you could have any other girl who is much prettier than I?"

"You are a beautiful woman, Sameena . I don't know any girl that's prettier than you," he replied.

"Uncle, there is no way I can agree to this. I just can't do it," she said firmly and coldly. Then something happened inside her, something she didn't expect, as she blurted out, "I need to think about it!" These scary feelings aroused such erotic thoughts inside her and she knew her face was turning beet red in front of him again.

With Huseen's many years of experience, he could sense her inner feelings of discomfort; he was not about to let an opportunity to have a young virgin woman slip through his hands.

Sameena rose from the couch and went to stare out of the window. she was thinking about whether a girl must be a virgin before marriage. It was strange but the more she thought about it the more excited she felt. This was Huseen! she had fantasized about him for years. As she thought about it she was beginning to think that she should accept his offer as it was an easy way out of thier problems. she'd intended to remain a virgin until she married, but after all she was now over eighteen, she argued with herself, and she'd has to lose her virginity one day.

"I really should go back home," she told him.

With that Huseen moved closer and stood directly behind her. "But why?" he asked, "It's the middle of the day, and we're home alone." When he spoke, she didn't even have time to turn around and she jumped when Huseen grabbed her wrist.

"I was patiently waiting to get you alone," he said and turned her around to face him.

"Why would you want me alone?" she asked and then looked up at Huseen and thought, "'I'd been dreaming of this moment since I was a little girl.'" she licked her lips seductively stopping to bite a little on her lower lip.

"Because Sameena, I've wanted you for a long time now and I figured that today was our best chance."

Before she could guess his intentions, Huseen wrapped his arms around her, pulled her into his arms and drew her tightly against his chest. She gasped as his hands came in contact with her and her nostrils were assailed by his clean, masculine smell. His tongue flicked and touched her earlobe. His tongue traced its way from her ear down her neck. This feeling was so exciting. As he was an expert so he knew this was one of sensitive spots of women? she was not prepared for any of this.

"Huseen, you don't have to she never had a chance to finish her sentence. Looking down at her, he gave her a devilish grin. Hesitating only a second, he swooped down to kiss her mouth. His lips felt warm and firm and it didn't take long for her to respond and give in to the urge to return his kiss, as she furtively and shyly slanted her mouth underneath his. Sameena felt his tongue probing her lips and it made her gasp. she had never experienced this before. Obediently, she gave him the opportunity to slide his tongue into her mouth so he could taste her. She was amazed by the way she reciprocated. It was as if she wanted this to happen all along, as if she were not compelled, but rather of her own free will. She could feel his cock grow hard and it was pressing against her stomach.

Sameena had never been kissed before, and while it was shocking in a way, it was also thrilling. She felt warmth spreading through her belly, and her knees were slightly wobbly. She felt his hands roaming her backside, and she gasped again when he skimmed one hand up her ribs to cup the fullness of her breast. He was kissing her while he squeezed her breasts through her qameez (long shirt, used in India).

Sameena's eyes popped open and she stared directly into his as his hand brushed over her covered left nipple. she felt she should protest, but all she could muster was only a strangled moan of pleasure. His hand slipped inside the neckline of her qameez to cup her breast in his palm. Now his hand was touching her breast, skin to skin and she could hardly believe it. To try to control her excitement, she bit her lower lip. He pushed her up against the wall and with both hands on her ass cheeks, in a low masculine voice he said, "Oh, Sameena, I really want to fuck you now." So many things were going through her mind at that instant. She did not know what to do, but she wanted it. She had waited for this moment, but she had to admit that she was afraid, even though she did not want to. She didn't know what to do; she just knew she wanted him.

Sameena moved Huseen 's hand away when he tried to unzip her qameez, but he persisted and unzipped it. Huseen then raised her arms above her head and in one swift movement he took her qameez off and dropped it to the floor, revealing her white cotton bra. She immediately placed both of her hands over her bra trying to hide her breasts.

"Sameena, I've had dreams about being with you since the day you celebrated your s*******nth birthday, but I waited for you to become eighteen. I feel that if I don't taste you soon, I'll go insane with desire."

He brought his hand downwards her thigh and he slowly slid his hand inside her shilwar. She shrunk back a bit as his fingers pressed up to briefly touch her pussy. His hand continued searching her virgin body, and each time he rubbed his hand over the sensitive area between her legs, she would twitch with excitement. she could feel her pussy getting wetter and slippery inside. His rubbing fingers quickened and then drawing circles around her pussy, his fingers found her clitoris, her excitement reaching new peaks.

Huseen gently spread her pussy lips wide; and her head was spinning so fast that she had a hard time containing herself. She was losing control of her body as it started slow rhythmic convulsions. He slid his middle finger in to the entrance to her cunt, and without entering he applied gentle pressure. Soon he pushed a bit harder and she felt his finger go into her up to the first knuckle. He kept his finger quite still until she got used to it, and then she relaxed slightly. He was soon slowly rotating his finger gently around the tight rim of her entrance. she closed her eyes as Huseen continued to thrust his fingers, deeper and deeper inside her, his finger continuing to circle her pussy tunnel. She was biting her lip, when Huseen picked up the pace of his circles and intermittently altered his technique with deep thrusts into her, and then shallow again all of which was intended to drive her mad with desire. It was working, for she now badly wanted him inside her; more than anything now, she wanted to know what it was like to have a real cock fuck her pussy.

All of a sudden, he withdrew his fingers. The blissful pleasure that she had grown to desire, and now more than ever needed, disappeared in an instant. It was the most electrifying sensation of her life and she wanted more. There was something that was hard for her to admit, but she took a deep breath and said, "Huseen, I have something to tell you. I'm a virgin!" For some reason, she turned her head in shame. She knew inside she should be proud about her decision to wait until now, but being in the presence of a very experienced man, she did not know what to do.

In a very reassuring tone of voice, which tapered off to a whisper he said, "I had an idea that you were, Sameena . Don't worry, I'll take it very slowly for you." His lips caressed her neck and his hand continued to fondle her breasts through her bra.

Huseen unclasped her lace bra and let it drop to the floor. In doing so, her ample breasts were totally exposed. Facing each other, he kneaded her breast, rolling her nipples between his thumbs and fingers. Each time it felt like flames erupting from her areolae. His kisses traveled down her right cheek, down her neck and in between her breasts. He buried his face in her breasts. His mouth bounced between each nipple as he sucked them to full attention. He was brushing his teeth over them and they were like little pinpricks shooting so much desire through her body. He was like a baby sucking on her nipples. It was the first time she had ever experienced such erotic pleasure like this and marveled in the sweet sensations. her breasts were burring, her nipples throbbing, her eyes watering and she could feel her pussy juices now flowing down her thighs. "Uncle Huseen, I'm scared. we should stop," she said with fearful hesitation.

Huseen hugged her once again and his hand reached to pull the string of her shilwar. The garment slid down to the floor and she stepped out of it and kicked it away. she didn't wear panties and she really caught her breath as for the first time in her life she was naked in front of a man.

"I was eager to see your marvelous body fully nude," he said and her head went down with natural shyness.

Huseen untied his own shilwar and let slip it down to the floor. What she saw was a thick long 'snake'! she'd never seen a real cock in her life but only in photos in magazines with her friends, other than the glimpses the time she'd watched this man fuck her mother. Huseen Uncle was really long and thick, longer and thicker than any she'd seen in the photos. Surprising herself, she voluntarily slipped her hand down and grabbed his cock. she placed her other hand on his shoulder and dug her face on his chest, while stroking his cock.

Bending down to her ear he whispered, "Are you ready to experience the pain and pleasure of your captivity?"

Pulling back just a little, she looked up into his eyes and whispered, "Yes! Uncle, take me, make love to me, please!"

In one swooping motion he picked her up and take her to his bedroom, where he laid her on his bed. He turned to her and she was vulnerable, she was now lying spread-eagle on the bed. He climbed up the bed and positioned himself between her legs.

"This will hurt for a minute, but it'll get better after that. Are you ready?" he asked. She nodded and bit her lip.

"OK," Huseen said softly and placed his cock at the entrance to her vagina. Huseen ran the tip of his cock against her wet slit and coated it in juice. She moistened her dry lips with her tongue and tried her best to prepare herself for her cherry to be popped. He used his hands to support his body, which was hovering over her. Sameena could feel the head of his cock enter her pussy. Huseen moved into her slowly, an inch at a time, letting her adjust to his size, making no further attempt until She had relaxed a little.

Every time he went to push a little further she got a bit panicky, so he had to be content with easing back a little before any further attempts. Finally she felt his cock pressing again her hymen. "This is going to hurt some, but I promise you, it will get better after that," he said to her.

Sameena just nodded and Huseen pulled his cock out so that it was just touching her opening. Then he rammed it into her, she felt it rip and she let out a scream! "Ooyyeeee, uuuffffff, uuuffffff, ooooooi, ooooo, hauiiiiii, and haiiiiiiii. You're killing me, stop, stop, leave me, ooiiiiiii. You tore my pussy!" She screamed. She tried to push him away from her, but he clutched her and lay on her waiting for her to adjust to his cock now deep inside her. she can remember digging her heels into the sheets when he broke her maidenhead.

"Please, Sameena, just a minute. Please don't cry, the worst is over, and the pain will soon subside. It will start to feel good now I have every inch of my cock in you," he said lovingly and began to move in and out of her very slowly and gently. He proved to be right, as it did start to feel good. All she could do was to pull him inside her, yelped and then relaxed as he began to thrust in and out of her tight, wet and somewhat bloody pussy. she wrapped her legs around him and pulled him as deep inside her as she could. His thrusts were now more determined and she moaned as her hips thrust upwards to meet every stroke. She was sobbing and hanging on to Huseen so desperately as wave after wave of such fantastic feelings engulfed her mind and body. It felt like pins and needles all over her. It was wonderful!

Huseen's sheer size was filling her up so well and hitting every right spot inside her that she couldn't help but cum. She raked her nails down his back and used to her legs on his ass to pull him in as deep as she could get him.

Huseen Uncle grabbed her ankles and d****d them over his shoulders then leaned in to french kiss her. Thier tongues danced in each other mouths as they fucked even harder. She felt so much like an a****l, and his pace was so fast and almost violent now. Every one of his thrusts was met with her hips and pelvis grinding into his body and she loved every second of it, her pussy was so needy. Now there was total pleasure instead of pain, he was sliding in and out of her willing pussy in long, slow, deep thrusts. Then he increased the speed until their bodies were slapping together and they were bouncing so hard on the bed that they almost fell off.

"Oh Uncle! YES! That's it! It feels so good now. I never knew it could be this good!"

"Yeah, you like that don't you?" he asked.

"Yes, I like it and I wanted it! Just don't stop! OH FUCK Uncle , it feels so good. she never knew it could feel like this, Pound her pussy!" She grabbed his arms and wrapped her legs around his hips.

Huseen kept squeezing on her soft breasts. His fingers kept pinching and playing with her sorely swollen nipples. He moved his head down her neck and kissed a trail down to her breasts. He took one her breast in his hand and the other in his mouth and began to suck and fondle them both. she arched her back and let out a low moan. She was cupping his butt and he was all over her body, his balls slapping her ass with each stroke. her entire body tingled, and the tension and pleasure just kept growing. Violently, she shook her head side-to-side and screamed out as loud as she could.

Sameena would have begged and pleaded for him to stop, but she was gagged. She was sweating and breathing heavily. She couldn't escape the force of pleasure. It overwhelmed her. She writhed wildly. Huseen leaned on her and sucked her breasts. He bit her nipples and kneaded her breasts. It felt so good to have Huseen 's body on top of her, sucking her breasts, fucking her fast and furiously. She didn't want it to end, but soon her body betrayed her and she came, her cunt gripping his cock tight. Just when he was about to cum he increased his speed grabbing her hips and went inside her as far as he could then pulled out. They both came at about the same time. His cum was all over the bed sheet. Finally he collapsed on top of her kissing her, as they lay there exhausted

After light snacks they went back to bed and had slow, sensual sex. she asked him about the problem she had spoke of earlier. "I would look forward to any return you might consider, and you must know that nothing would ever equal the fantastic time we had, when you gave your virginity to me. I would do my best to please you any time," he answered. Sameena dressed and she came out of there not only with a cheque in her purse, but also a blank cheque for the future! Returning home she was no longer a virgin girl but a young woman with trembling legs, wet pussy and a solution to their money problems!

Huseen gave her a cell phone so he could call her when he wanted her. she had sex with Huseen many more times, more as a reward rather than as a strong need on her part. she was an experienced woman now, having been fucked dozens of times.

For the next years or so Sameena had great fun, getting a lot of pleasure and money from her wealthy uncle, and they continued to have a lot of fun together until she got married.

When Sameena married, her husband never talked with her, that she was not virgin because her pussy not bleeds when they made love on the wedding night for the first time. they would spend every night having fun in bed but all these went just for a year hardly.

Sameer and Sameena's husband Salman have been best friends since before their marriage.

They were living in a city near to each other and they started their business, built their houses and raised their k**s together, they did the same business. Nevertheless they spent a lot of time at each other's houses. Sameer and his wife Lyla were either always at thier house, or her husband and she were over at their house. There is no one Sameer and Lyla would rather spend time with them and they feel the same way about them. They even took family vacations together. Sameer was like a brother in Sameena's family and Salman was like a brother in Sameer's family in fact.

They had keys to each other's house and used to houses it while one family was out of town.

Sameena worked very hard at staying slim after having three k**s. She knew that her voluptuous body and prominent figure seemed to defy gravity; her height and slim figures receive a lot of looks from men, and she was definitely every man's dream.

Sameena's breasts are large for her liking and are like half a g****fruit. Her butt cheeks are two perfect round balls. Once Lyla said she's an ass man's dream.'

Sameer was a tall, touching six feet; He has a long nose, wide lips and his dark jet-black mop of hair gave him a boyish look. He's intelligent, cute, good matured, and a very charming and impressive man. Sameer has a boisterous and loud contagious laugh, His eyes sparkled and misted when he laughed.

Sameer and Sameena had flirted very politely and harmless with each other for years

Whenever thier spouse's were out, and even their presence, and the main reason was that Sameer and Sameena were both talkative and free minded while their spouses were totally the opposite. This flirting was nothing more than gossip and chatting, occasional rubbing against each other but only hands or slaps each other bottoms, nothing serious.

Sameer took every possible opportunity to rub up against her innocently. She wanted things to go a little farther, but she mostly kept those thoughts to herself, because she was a married, demure woman.

Sameer always commented on her manner but she knew that when he says manner, he actually meant beauty, and she knew that he liked her with all his heart and he always has a nice smile for her. Every time she had seen him he had looked at her like he was dying to take her to bed.

Sameena was however, still very devoted to her husband Salman, It was obvious that she worshiped the ground her husband Salman walked on. Salman and she were happy together, but their sex life was dead. In the first few years of their marriage, the sex was nearly every night. Their sex could never be considered outlandish, however, she found it fulfilling. Salman enjoyed sex few years after marriage, but the energy devoted to his job left his uninterested in sex on days that he worked. she had always been the more sexual, but these days Salman was always tired. Sameena was desperate for a good fucking. Increasingly, she found her mind wandering to the men around here, and Sameer was an easy target. She would have been thrilled if Sameer was up for it, but he just wasn't.

Let say frankly she was a bit attracted to Sameer sexually, and she had fantasized about Sameer. Increasingly, she found herself using him in her fantasies when she was alone.

Maybe she shouldn't be. Sameena always felt guilty when she thought about it and she said to herself that she wouldn't be thinking about it, but when she met Sameer, again she felt that. The main reason was Lyla, that whenever Lyla met with Sameena, they got on the subject of sex, she would always bring up about her husband Sameer, that what a cock and what a stamina Sameer has and how he fucks her! Lyla also told her that she couldn't satisfy Sameer, as she doesn't like sex as much as Sameer wants from her. That always excited her, as Sameer had unfulfilled sexual needs. On the other hand Sameena's husband couldn't satisfy her over the last few years and he never made her cum. So many times she's wished that her marriage and her husband could be like Sameer. Sameer give Lyla everything that she has ever wanted.

To tell the truth Sameena always wanted to be with Sameer, but she usually avoided being alone with him because she was afraid Salman or Lyla might notice how attracted she was to him, and in her view of things he was off limits.

There was a kind of tradition in thier friendship that when she went to her parents, her husband spent all his time with Sameer and Lyla. He ate his dinner and even lunch on weekends there, and when Lyla went in her parents, Sameer spent all his time with them in a similar manner.

As said before, Lyla was at her mother's home, and that day, accidentally, Sameena's husband had also gone to the city for two days. She was alone with, as the k**s had gone to a neighbor to play with their friends.

It was late afternoon: Sameena was sitting at the lounge watching TV when Sameer came and asked her to make something to eat. she went to the kitchen but as it was late and they had finished lunch, all the dishes were in the fridge and were cold, so it needed time to heat up.

Sameer shouted from the lounge to her, "Sameena! Hurry up you must give me something to eat soon otherwise I'm going to eat you, because I am so hungry."

She answered him, "don't say you're hungry like this, I know you always ready to eat me."

"Well, one piece of your sweet ass is enough for me on time," he Shouted.

"I'm sure, Salman would have killed you if you even tried to touch it," she loudly responded.

She didn't notice when Sameer walked in the kitchen, stepped up to her and gave a quick spank on her ass.

"Oh, Sameer! Please don't spank my ass, it's too fragile and hurts." He was trying to do more but she warned him off and asked him go in to the lounge otherwise she is not giving him anything!

Sameer went back into the lounge and she prepared a meal for him then brought it to him. They sat there talking as he ate and their conversation went to their spouses .Sameer told her that he was happy with Lyla, but their sex life was dead, Lyla had no more interest in sex while he needed it. So there was always a tension between them.

Sameena told Sameer that she is also facing the same situation. Salman had always been the more sexual one, but these days he is always tired from too much work. When the cat's out of the bag, people have a tendency to relax. They had opened a secret between them, their relationship dropped naturally and comfortably into a new level of intimacy. Now they were talking more frankly.

Sameer asked her for a cup of tea and she rose, walked into the kitchen to prepare the tea. When she was walking she was giving her ass a little wiggle.

Sameena was wearing a shilwar (baggy trouser) and qameez (long traditional shirt) with very low cut neckline revealing the top of her breasts, as she usually do at home. Her qameez was not tight and her breasts were ready to just pop out of any time. When she returned from the kitchen and leaned forward to put the tea on the table for him, knowing full well that the low cut neckline would show her breasts freely as the neckline opened enough to let him know what were there.

Sameer jokingly said to her, "Keep your those melons safe, they are going to fall to the earth." she saw the flash of lust in Sameer's eyes as he leered at her cleavage and turned his eyes away.

"You, rascal! You're saying they look like melons?" she said mockingly and breathed deeply which thrust her breasts more forward she raised her head.

"I am sorry, they are not melons they are apples and you are queen of our small realm" Sameer said.

"Yes! 'Don't tell me you don't want them." She smiled at him seductively, "and I know how much you want to eat these apples" She said jokingly.

"Oh! Who wouldn't want them to eat?"

"Don't be greedy man, these are not for you. Even I am not letting you to touch them you covetous man"

"Yeah! You are going to tease me to death, but I bet I would eat them," he said it again jokingly, but there was a way that he leveled his eyes at her and she knew that his jokes were more like announcements of what he was really thinking.

Sameena noticed him becoming more nervous and he made no effort to turn his eyes away from her breasts.

So she coyly asked. "What's the matter?"

"You're giving me a hard-on attack! Did I ever tell you that you have a beautiful bottom?"

"No! Not verbally but your lusty eyes have told me this a dozen times. I've seen the way you lecherously ogle me." she told him with a naughty grin.

They were joking like this and that, when she sat on the sofa next to him, a little closer than she should have. They were sipping tea and talking. This time her dreams awoke and she wanted him to talk to her and to touch her even. She was ready for everything. He smiled coyly up at her, perhaps reading her mind.

Sameer moved a little closer to her. She could smell his cologne. He reached up, placing his hand on her thigh and moved it upwards a few inches. He wasn't touching her inner thighs or her vagina, his hand wandered frequently just running his fingertips on her thighs, caressing subtly. Sameena pretended to be shocked and looked up at him questioningly. What was he trying to do? She was reaching a level of awkward excitement that her heart sounded like it was beating against her eardrums. Could she go through with this? This was a friend. This was her husband's best friend. The husband of her best friend, Lyla, who she consider her sister, and have spent years with her.

Sameena was getting horny and said to him, "please Sameer, you'd better stop." Sameer stopped immediately and pulled his hand off her.

Sameena was nervous and sitting stiffly, her eyes looking ahead into nothing. She was stealing glances at Sameer from the corner of her eye - still too afraid to look Sameer in the eye. She had the feeling he felt the same, as he was not looking at her. They both were so silent that if a pin dropped, it would be heard.

Then, after taking a deep breath to compose him, Sameer asked her, "Why? What wrong am I doing? we're two adults. Yes, Sameena, let us be honest with each other, I have thought of this a few times, I find you attractive, very attractive, and I know you like me and want it. Sameena, as an adult and experienced man I can say it." He said all this quickly, looking at her with glazed eyes, glistening with desire.

"Yes! I like you." she replied.

"You want it too?" He asked.

"I adore you Sameer. I find you very attractive. Not as a husband. I have one of those," she laughed, "but as a special friend."

"Oh! I am lucky you adore me and think me your special friend, now please let me do it, otherwise...," he said, his voice trailing away faintly.

"Otherwise what?" she prompted.

Sameer suddenly took Sameena's hand and pulled her on his lap. She became stunned and shocked. While this was not first time he had touched her, it was the first time he had ever deliberately touched her like this. Then she started to struggle to release herself from his grasp, but his hold was too tight.

"What are you doing, Sameer?" she asked him.

"I am doing what I should have done years ago. Sameena let me do what I want. I can't wait any more...and tell me this Sameena - honestly, isn't this what you wanted? my hands on your body, touching you, like this...and like this!"

Sameena felt her mouth go dry and said to him, "Please! Sameer, she think it would not be right for us, we shouldn't do this like this, you're a good man and I like you, but what about us? What about our relationship? I wouldn't want that to suffer."

Sameer tried to tell her that this was what he wanted more than anything else and said, "Don't stop me today Sameena, you've tortured me so much, and there has been so many times over the past decade when I felt a nearly uncontrollable urge to take you, but I never did, never pressed it for fear that you were just teasing, that you would castrate me and fear that if you told Salman he would finish his friendship with me, let me do this now or I will never do it." Sameer looked at her, very serious now, with an imploring look, almost of desperation. she stayed that way for some time, not speaking. She wasn't sure what to say, what to do next. "Please! Sameer, you should think once again"

"I've been wanting you for ages, Sameena, this is the perfect time.'

"But please, Sameer, I request you, please leave me alone."

"If you don't want to, just say so, I will go home."

"You can stay! You can stay as long as you want...but be a gentleman."

"I want you Sameena, don't ask me to leave you."

All this talk was turning her on as well, while sitting in his lap avoiding eye contact, not knowing what to do next, wishing that something more should happen, wishing that she had the courage just to kiss him first although she knew he wanted to make the first move.

Sameena was in two minds. On the one hand she wanted what he was doing as she'd dreamed of it for years, but now when he was doing what she wanted, she was afraid from some unseen and some unknown things.

Sameena don't know when one of her hands went around his neck. She was moving restlessly, and adjusted her position in his lap.

Their eyes met and she could only stare into them, speechless. He leaned forward and kissed her neck, following it along the jaw line. She leaned her head back into Sameer shoulder. He put his lips on her and began to give her long, gentle kisses. She didn't respond at first. But she knew she couldn't resist for long and parted her lips in welcome. She was soon responding warmly, kissing him as passionately as he did her. After a long passionate kiss she buried her face in his chest and lightly raked her manicured nails across his back.

He slid his hand over her qameez and cupped her full breast, teasing her nipple that quickly hardened as he touched it with his hand. "Does it not feel better?" he asked, rubbing her breast.

She was caught wiggling between shame and pleasure, that first time, Shame won out and said, "yes! It feels nice." she blushed red, telling him. And it was, her dream that was coming true.

His semi-hard cock sprung to full attention, tenting up in his shilwar (baggy trouser) and was touching her firm ass cheeks. "Oh my god!"

"You're very pretty. More than that...you're gorgeous."

"I'm not, don't lie."

"You are."

"I'm an old woman."

"You're not old. You are younger than Lyla and we are the same age." She felt his hand on her back over her zip.

"What are you going to do?" she asked.

"Something wonderful!" Sameer replied in a hoarse whisper.

"But please Sameer, don't do anything we shouldn't."

"What am I doing? It's a little fun and this is the dream of my life, and above all I promise I won't go any further if you tell me not to." Sameena kept silent as Sameer quickly unzipped her qameez and pulled it up. She offered little resistance when he pulled up her bra to reveal her breasts and then turned her back around to face him.

"You're so silky," he remarked.

"You don't like it?" she asked.

"No! No, Sameena, no," he said. "It's perfect, like the rest of you." He placed a kiss just above her exposed mound.

"You've got a very pretty pair of breasts. Your breasts are beautiful!"

He said, staring at them as he mused, "I wonder why gravity has no effect on them."

She don't know but his expression satisfied her, and she smiled shyly for a moment.

"Your breasts certainly command respect, Sameena!" he said. "Why do they not sag? They're too firm. I'm just curious - Lyla's sag so much."

"You say Lyla's breast are sagging? she think they're perfect, but you're right. I have noticed that they have dropped a little after your last son was born," she said.

"Sameena, I have to tell you have the finest breasts I've ever seen! They are so beautiful!"

"Thanks, Sameer! But does that mean you've seen a lot?"

"No! I've not seen so many."

Then he ran his hands up and down her sides, over her breasts, massaging them. He turned her round to face him as he leant down to kiss her firm tummy, working his way up to her breasts which he encircled with his hands as he gently kissed first one, and then the other.

"Sameer we can't, really." she told him.

In one swift movement, Sameer grabbed her hand and put it on his hard and throbbing cock. It felt so different. She guess it had to be different in every way. He'd really got a big one, lyla is right, she thought! It felt like putting her hand onto a long, warm pole, so hot and hard. She couldn't believe her eyes. She worked on him, her hand stroking the rest of his shaft, up and down for some time before she stopped.

She looked at him then, wide eyed and frightened. Still, she protested.

"Sameer, I can't."

"Sameena, do you want to stop this?"

"You want me to sleep with you."

"The question is Sameena, do you want to sleep with me?"

"Well, I..."

"Of course you want to!"

"I don't honestly know. I tell you honestly, I've never been with Anyone else but Salman."

"Think of it? Just for excitement, we swap."

"Are you serious?"

"Of course! I mean, we are both suffering and I know you like me and I've wanted to do you for years, it's like well we've known each other forever. We've got this far. Let's not waste the opportunity."

"Okay," she finally said. "But Look Sameer, if it's what you want, then I'll do it! But you have to do something...if you want this, we'll do everything at night. But you would have to promise me not to tell Lyla or any one." she demanded, staring intently into his eyes.

sameer raised his hand as if taking an oath and said, "I promise you that this will be our secret."

"Ok! We'll meet tonight."

"Sameena," he moaned, "I'm going crazy for you. Please, I've waited for it!"

"No, not now!" she said. "You're going to have to wait until tonight!"

"Oh! But how can I wait?" he murmured in her ear, snuggling into the nape of her neck. "I don't think I can another minute."

"Since we've waited for years then we can wait a few more hours."

Sameer grabbed me and pulled me to him. "Well then, tonight I'll get my fantasy!"

"Oh, and what if I say no?" she chuckled.

"You can't to do that, I know you have decided now my sweet heart."

After that he left and went to work, promising that he would be come later night, and that she shouldn't wait on him for dinner.

Sameena was getting restless, thinking about the close proximity to the man she had fantasized about for so long now made her a little horny and reckless.

She changed the sheets and made her bed neatly. Then she took a long shower and freshened herself, soaping every inch of her body thoroughly, paying particular attention to her breasts and vagina. While showering she toyed with her body and imagined how it might be. She came out of the shower and dried herself carefully, then selected a fresh shilwar qameez from her drawer.

Sameena walked over to the dresser and looked at herself in the mirror to make sure her outfit looked perfect. She removed the loop type earrings she had been wearing, combed her hair nice, she had deliberately kept it simple today. her make-up was subdued and plain. She gave herself one last look in the rear-view mirror before she left the room, biting her lip as she looked. Perfect, she thought.

To think of meeting with Sameer that night, alone, filled her with an excited nervousness that had never been part of her life before.

For all of her fear, for all of the anxiety, for all of her wanting to find a way out of this, there was a tingle deep in her belly. That tingle increased as she remembered the feeling of his bulge against her belly that afternoon. She was really anxious of cheating on her hubby. she was a good wife still and had always been a faithful wife to her husband.

Sameena was ready for sameer. Her mind was ready, her body was ready and her soul was ready. She was ready to be a very active participant and was going to give Sameer a night he wasn't going to forget any time soon.

She kept a dim light on in the hall when the k**s went to bed and waited eagerly for him. Sameer arrived a little late and he crept quietly, not wanting to wake the k**s up, and in a husky whisper said, "Hey, Sameena!You there?"

"Sameer? Is that you? What're you doing there?" Come on in."

"Yes. It's me. I didn't mean to wake the k**s. I'm here."

He came in, full of enthusiasm. She greeted him warmly and there was a short silence.

She felt like he could see everything in her mind as they looked at one another. she trembled. She felt her nipples tighten. She was ashamed of her body's reaction it felt like a betrayal.

Sameena was terrified and nervous, like a deer in headlights. "Oh, Sameer. I'm afraid, I don't know why" she averted her eyes as he looked at her.

"Don't worry honey. You'll be just fine. You shouldn't be trembling like that." He reached up and brushed a tear of doubt from her cheek, then hugged her. She squealed and nervously clutched his head to her chest.

"You look more beautiful than ever," he whispered in her ear, putting his arm around her shoulder.

Sameena flushed red for a brief moment and smiled. She was finding it difficult to hide her excitement; "You've always wanted me and tonight your dream is happening!" She whispered in his ear. She was trying to catch her breath after smelling him so close again that day. His cologne was barely perceptible and it lingered in her nose.

Sameer kissed the top of her ear and squeezed her a little more before they went into the bedroom. She closed the door behind them and walked through the darkness. She turned on the light. He took her in his arms, hugging her tenderly while she buried her face in his broad chest.

"Look at me," he whispered, "Look at me, Sameena." she looked up into the ruggedly handsome face of their long time friend. "I want this, you want this, and we've waited so long, let's make this night extra special."

He gently caressed her face with his fingertips, allowing them to drag across her forehead, cheeks and moist, half open lips. She gently held his finger between her teeth as it slipped inside her mouth.

"I've been dreaming about getting you alone like this for years," he said in a throaty voice before he pushed her against the wall. His hands tangled in her hair. Immobilized, She watched as his face came closer and closer. Thier lips met. He began with light pecks, occasionally taking her lower lip between him and sucking it gently. Then he placed his mouth fully onto her. His manly breath washed over her face and flooded her senses.

Sameena lips parted, allowing his tongue to enter her mouth. He introduced his tongue into her mouth for the second time that day. It was so different from Salman's, warmer and moister. She kissed him back with just as much passion, hungrily wrapping her arms around his neck, melting into him.

He was giving her encouragement by gently rubbing her back. She felt his hand slide down her back to squeeze the flesh of her ass while he ground his stiff cock into her belly.

As sameer started to undress Sameena, she said, "Sameer, I'm so embarrassed!"

"Don't be! It was too late; we're on point of no return. See my bulge?" and within no time he pulled the zipper of her qameez down, lifted it off over her head and dropped it on the floor. She tried her best to cover her bra-covered breasts with her hands.

Then he pulled her shilwar string, pushed it over her hips and let it drop to the floor. "I feel so naked." She said.

"You're beautiful and I like you naked...that was my wet-dream!"

"You've seen me naked, now please let me switch off the light."

She went and switched off the light and turned on the bathroom light; now only the light from there lit up the room, enough to see each other.

Now she gasped out loud and stood nervously in front of him in just her bra while she'd not wore any panties. sameena heart raced faster at the thought of him looking her like this. His hands ran across her breasts and cupped them firmly but tenderly. He broke away from her mouth and kissed down her neck to her chest. He cupped her breasts, pushing her bra down so that he could claim her nipples with his mouth. her breasts stood out proudly from her chest, courtesy of her routine exercises. Her breasts still sit high on her chest with little hint of sag.

He nuzzled her breasts, breathing in the unparalleled fragrance of warm, fresh skin, brushing his cheek against her firm nipples; he teased her nipples gently with his tongue. He licked his lips and immediately bent and put his mouth on her breast. He buried his nose into the soft white tissue of her breasts. He squeezed her breasts more tightly, bunching them together so that he could flick his tongue back and forth between them.

Sameena held him tightly, pushing his head into her bosom. He took her one nipple in his mouth he suckled it like a baby for what seemed like an eternity. She kept squirming as he continued to lick and bite her ripe breast and nipple. He sucked first one and then the other into his mouth. She was gasping as he sucking her nipples, stroking it roughly with his tongue. He kneaded her firm bottom and stroked the backs of her thighs. At that point, She was so consumed by passion that she became aware of her heart's incessant pounding in her chest and found it difficult to fully breathe.

Sameena was now breathing heavily, and moaning with a pleading lilt. Again, covering her mouth with his, she let his hands roam all over her body. As she kissed him hungrily and started to pulled his shilwar string and pulled it with a single movement and his shilwar went down to his feet and his dick sprung out, hard as a rock. Ignoring the stringency of his cock for the moment, She began on the buttons of his qameez. They slipped out of their shoes, and then she wrapped her long slender fingers seductively around his hard cock and began to play with his cock and balls. Sameer sighed deeply as she began to work his large cock from the head down to the base, slowly massaging it.

He began to suck hungrily on her breasts. her pink nipples stood erect. He craned forwards and took her right nipple in his mouth, rolling it over with his tongue, gently nipping it and tugging at it; a soft moan escaped her throat. He turned his attention to her left nipple now, repeating the action, her grip on his dick tensed and she began to stroke it at a faster rate. His hand moved over her belly and reached down to her vagina, he rubbed for a while and then he thrust his finger deep into her vagina. She was soaking wet down there and his finger slipped in and out with ease as he began to finger fuck her hard and fast. T hey moved to the bed and Sameer helped her to sit before lying down beside her.

She said rather weakly, "Sameer, I've never done anything like this before, you know."

"That's Ok Sameena. I know it. I'll take care of everything. Just lie back and enjoy!"

He lay her down on her back and knelt back to admire her. "Sameena," he whispered, "you are so beautiful!"

Sameena felt pride and wanted more attention from Sameer. He started with her forehead and made his way down every inch of her body until he reached her feet. He took her leg in his hand, raised it to his mouth and started to lick her foot; he licked her sole and the pad right below her toes. He stuck his tongue in between her toe and the one next to it, running it in and out and back and forth. Then he took her toe in his mouth and began to suck it. She was truly enjoying and became proud, what he was doing to her foot. He sucked her toe into his mouth and manipulated it for a little while, then moved on to the next one in line. Once he had licked all of her toes, he replaced that foot with her other one, sticking her toe right in his mouth. She made soft little moaning sounds but caught herself as she was in heaven, because that was the ultimate sign of love one can have showed to her. He licked every inch of her body except her pussy. Now he started his moving from her feet upwards to her thighs and was kissing and licking all her legs and then he was on her pubic area.

sameer swallowed and let out a deep breath. "You're so beautiful. I could eat you up," he whispered as he kissed and licked her thighs near her pussy lips.

He closed his eyes and drew in a deep breath. her heart was beating a mile a minute as he lowered his eyes, focusing on her pussy, which was almost in his face. She took several deep breaths. She wanted him and was lying there, waiting for him to take her.

"At last I'm going to eat you up," he said, and dove on her like a dog coming upon a plate of gravy, licking the length of her pussy with his tongue. She screamed in lust and lifted her knees and crossed her ankles behind his head. He reached around and, while lapping from anus to clitoris, he squeezed her breasts with his hands, tugging and twisting her nipples. She felt like she was going to pass out. She closed her eyes, then took in and released a deep breath. Sameer's mouth on her labia, and the way he sucked and licked them, sent a thrill of sexual joy over her body. She put her hands to the back of his head and held his face to her pussy. A shudder of pure eroticism filled her being. It felt so good to be loved. She braced the backs of her legs against the bed and twisted her hips, grinding her crotch against his mouth, feeling reckless and so damned sexual. His mouth on her pussy lips was driving her wild! She was scratching him, biting him. The feeling was so indescribable. she was so overcome with lust by this time that she could only croak,"Yes! "It's the sweetest feeling I ever had! Please don't stop!"

"Don't worry Sameena, there's better things to come!" he said.

She opened her legs, giving him greater access to her pussy. "Sameer, I'm going to cum in your mouth if you keep that up." She humped his face to encourage him to explore her further, her pussy on fire with desire.

Sameena was surprised at the skill that he had shown at sucking and licking her. As she was so inexperienced and no one had licked her so she thought that he would also be inexperienced. But she became surprised at the level of his oral skills although she hadn't had anything like this to compare it with. She cried rhythmically, louder and louder until suddenly, she froze, holding her breath. Every muscle stiffened as if she had turned to stone.

Sameena held this for quite a few seconds, then screamed, gulped in a big lungful of air, and again froze, holding her breath for a few seconds. Again she screamed and gulped and stiffened. During this, he moved his tongue to gently and slowly lick all over of her sex. After the third scream, she again began breathing in great ragged breaths. In her urgency, she spread her legs and wrapped them around his waist, pulling him towards her. She ran her fingers through his hair, pushing him to her. She felt his hands on her back pulling her forward, urging her towards him. She cried out softly as his teeth grabbed at her clit as her fingers grasped his head, pulling him forcefully away from her sensitive areas and simply lay there spread-eagled, staring at the ceiling for a very long time. She made no move to cover up, but just lay there smiling. It felt so good, so damn good. She couldn't believe this man was so skilled a lover. It felt so good, so good. She couldn't believe this would be nice like this, as She's never done this in her life.

"Stop it, Sameer, I need you now"

Sameer lifted his mouth from her pussy and looked up at her, a dazed, happy look on his face. He shook his head. "I never, ever, felt this way before." He licked his lips, tasting anew her juices.

She licked her lips as she saw his erect cock. She was amazed that his cock was so hard and it throbbed out from his body, slapping against his belly, she couldn't imagine that one can became so hard at the age Sameer was.

Sameena's pussy quaked at the thought of filling her with that cock.

"You know too much about how to please a woman, Sameer."

"You're all wet, darling. Bet I know what you want?"

"I'm glad," she gasped, "Get that marvelous tool inside me now." Sameer positioned himself between her legs; He was now on top of her, holding his weight off her body with one arm while the other still held her.

She tried to looked down between their nude bodies; she saw his stiff cock, posed to ravish her. "I think it's the time that I was dying for," he said grinning down at her, and let his hard cock press against her pussy.

sameer rubbed up and down between her pussy lips, lubricating his cock with her juices, preparing to enter her. "Take it easy, Sameer. Your cock is twice bigger than your friend's." Sameer nodded.

sameer slowly teased the tip of his penis against the hood of her clitoris in a circular fashion. She let out soft moans of pleasure, pushing her pelvic region forward, begging him to enter her, wanting to take his cock in her pussy immediately, she couldn't bear it much more and It seemed to take ages, her breathing coming in ragged short gasps. She put her hand down there and began to guide his dick towards her waiting pussy. Her wet and slippery pussy lips parted, surrounding the head of his cock without penetrating further.

As Sameer eased his huge length into her fleshy folds slowly, she screamed out. Without penetrating further, Sameer withdrew, a soft smacking noise announcing that thier flesh had parted.

"Oh, your pussy lips and my cock are kissing," cooed Sameer, as he repeatedly pressed his cock into her folds, just parting her lips and then withdrawing, each withdrawal accompanied by the lewd smacking noise.

Lust having overcome her inhibitions she lustfully panted, "oh! Don't tease me anymore Sameer please do it. Please, just do it."

"Do what?"

"You know what!"

"But you didn't want it."

"Oh I always wanted it Sameer, Please Sameer, do it!"

"Tell me what you want?"

"You know! You know, what I want!" she said like a slut and not a married housewife. That day she realized just how hungry for his cock she really was.

"I don't know, tell me. What you want?"

She reached for him with one of her hands and held his cock. She pushed the head against her opening.

"Do me, Sameer. Do me!" she whispered. Sameer pushed, sinking his cock into her pussy a little deeper and her body responded automatically by wrapping her legs around his waist, punching her hips up to get more penetratio