A Wife Secrets..A Erotic Hot Story

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.Full credit to the author who originally wrote this story. Hope I will not be disappointed by the poor responses and will be encouraged to post such more big stories.

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Jamela was a 36 year old housewife and mother of three children that most men found attractive, with 36D breasts, slightly curvy belly and her best feature, a firm wide bottom with strong muscular thighs. These features were obvious to the eyes of discerning men, even though she never deliberately dressed to show them off. She wasn't old fashioned but her normal attire was the traditional Indian shilwar and qameez.

Her husband was a successful entrepreneur, owning a successful import-export company, which provided him with a substantial income to keep his family in a comfortable lifestyle and to keep his wife happy. He was very active in his business and he frequently made business trips both inside the country as well as abroad, so he was often away from home. The couple had three children, a 14-year-old daughter Sadaf and two sons, Jamil 12 and Salman 10, all of them usually out all day in school.

Jamela's husband had a cousin named Jawad, who was admitted into a college in the city where they lived. He lived with his parents in a small village, and they thought that it would not be comfortable for Jawad to live in a hostel, as he had lived all his life in the village and wasn't used to city life. Consequently, they asked Jamela's husband to arrange for him to board somewhere and he kindly offered to let him stay in their house, as they had a spare bedroom.

The time for Jawad to attend college came and he moved into their house. He was about twenty-three years old, six foot tall and physically fit with an energetic and muscular body. He had jet-black hair, and large eyes; from the first time Jamela saw him, she thought she saw a deep lust and desire in those eyes.

He was a really good-looking young man with a very charming face, knowledgeable about many different topics, and very talkative by nature, telling some good jokes. Overall Jamela was very taken with his personality and liked him very much. As time went by, he became more comfortable with everyone, and very soon he was accepted as a member of the family.

The children would quite often visit their grandma or play outside with their friends and if her husband was out of town on a business trip she would have lots of time to herself, but now Jawad would keep Jamela company. He always used to help her in the kitchen, and he liked to chat with her.

She became comfortable talking to him and quite often Jawad would pay her compliments. These conversations happened quite regularly, and his sense of humor and frankness excited her. They used to have wonderful talks together and he told her that he had always wanted to have an older woman like her as a friend. A number of times she thought she saw him staring lustily at her, but then thought it was just her imagination and thought no more about it. Jamela became used to having Jawad around and she missed him whenever he went home for two or three days.

Jamela began to be a little careless about her dress at home, usually wearing the loose cotton qameez and shilwar that just showed the shape of her breasts and the fullness of her ass under the thin fabric and more than once found him peeping and staring at her curves. At first, she thought she might have imagined it but when she watched him more closely she saw that it was true, and in a strange way it excited her. After all, she thought, he's probably a sex-starved young man and she did not give it much thought after that.

Jawad was a good cook, so it made sense for him to help Jamela in the kitchen, helping her cook, clean up the kitchen and wash the dirty dishes. She noticed that while he was working with her he frequently brushed up against her body and she also found him staring at her breasts on a number of occasions, especially while talking to her. When he realized that she had seen him staring at her, he would be embarrassed and try not to look again, but after some time, his eyes would return to her boobs.

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Jamela was beginning to realize that Jawad was lusting after her; she didn't encourage him, but at the same time did nothing to show that any advance he made to her would be unwelcome. In actual fact she started to tease him a little with her body, sometimes intentionally leaving off her bra, so that when she bent to give him tea or drinks, he would get a good view of her luscious tits. On these occasions his eyes would automatically drop down and get fixed on her hanging boobs. She also started to flirt with him a little, and he would follow suit. She knew she shouldn't have been playing with him like that because as a young man he was likely to be unable to control himself from crossing the line, but she seemed unable couldn't stop herself.

As a result of these flirtations Jawad became bold enough to give her those lustful looks whenever he was around her. His eyes were sending her those "I want you" messages, and Jamela couldn't help noticing that his cock became hard many times when they were alone and how he seemed embarrassed as he tried to hide it. She was fully aware of the effect she had on him while they were together could only mean that he was dying to fuck her. Jamela could not ignore that, for she admired his body, and soon realized that she was as hot for him as he was for her. She felt like this because her own sex life was not satisfying as her husband only considered sex a routine process. He tried to please her in bed but he was never able to bring her to orgasm. Being a very shy man, he didn't find sex particularly enjoyable or pleasurable. He would always kiss her and when he was aroused he would fuck her without any foreplay. When he came, he would turn over and go to sleep, without paying any attention to his wife's needs. Jamela badly needed to try something that wasn't just a routine to get real satisfaction; she and her husband never tried oral or anal sex, or even tried different sexual positions other than the simple missionary position. All these years since they married her sex life was unexciting and she was always starved for sex, but as a married woman in a respectable family Jamela never tried to get sexual satisfaction from outside her marriage.

Ever since Jawad entered her life, she started to find her heart beating faster when she thought about him. She was now growing closer to him and now started to think about him whenever she was alone and especially in night when she was in bed. She felt her pussy become wet whenever he was near her, and started paying more attention to him. She wondered why she would have responded like this to him, and although she knew that her looks and her open nature would have encouraged him, she couldn't stop herself. She wondered if she didn't respect her husband and family any more, or if she was in love with Jawad. Did she really want to have sex with him? Was Jawad really making her break her wedding vows?

These thoughts drove her crazy and she was even having nightmares about Jawad, until she finally decided to put an end to the situation, not wanting to continue with the confusing thoughts she had in her mind. She decided to talk with Jawad about it and the opportunity came when her husband was away on a four-day business trip, and the children were at their grandma's house. That afternoon while Jawad was in the kitchen with her she told him that she needed to talk to him about a very important matter.

"Of course, Jamela Bhabi, I'm always ready to listen to you," he replied.

She really wanted to address the subject head-on, but she was very nervous about it and she broke out into a cold sweat. So rather than come directly to the point, she started by asking him rather naughtily, "What do you think of me, Jawad?"

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Jamela was beginning to realize that Jawad was lusting after her; she didn't encourage him, but at the same time did nothing to show that any advance he made to her would be unwelcome. In actual fact she started to tease him a little with her body, sometimes intentionally leaving off her bra, so that when she bent to give him tea or drinks, he would get a good view of her luscious tits. On these occasions his eyes would automatically drop down and get fixed on her hanging boobs. She also started to flirt with him a little, and he would follow suit. She knew she shouldn't have been playing with him like that because as a young man he was likely to be unable to control himself from crossing the line, but she seemed unable couldn't stop herself.

As a result of these flirtations Jawad became bold enough to give her those lustful looks whenever he was around her. His eyes were sending her those "I want you" messages, and Jamela couldn't help noticing that his cock became hard many times when they were alone and how he seemed embarrassed as he tried to hide it. She was fully aware of the effect she had on him while they were together could only mean that he was dying to fuck her. Jamela could not ignore that, for she admired his body, and soon realized that she was as hot for him as he was for her. She felt like this because her own sex life was not satisfying as her husband only considered sex a routine process. He tried to please her in bed but he was never able to bring her to orgasm. Being a very shy man, he didn't find sex particularly enjoyable or pleasurable. He would always kiss her and when he was aroused he would fuck her without any foreplay. When he came, he would turn over and go to sleep, without paying any attention to his wife's needs. Jamela badly needed to try something that wasn't just a routine to get real satisfaction; she and her husband never tried oral or anal sex, or even tried different sexual positions other than the simple missionary position. All these years since they married her sex life was unexciting and she was always starved for sex, but as a married woman in a respectable family Jamela never tried to get sexual satisfaction from outside her marriage.

Ever since Jawad entered her life, she started to find her heart beating faster when she thought about him. She was now growing closer to him and now started to think about him whenever she was alone and especially in night when she was in bed. She felt her pussy become wet whenever he was near her, and started paying more attention to him. She wondered why she would have responded like this to him, and although she knew that her looks and her open nature would have encouraged him, she couldn't stop herself. She wondered if she didn't respect her husband and family any more, or if she was in love with Jawad. Did she really want to have sex with him? Was Jawad really making her break her wedding vows?

These thoughts drove her crazy and she was even having nightmares about Jawad, until she finally decided to put an end to the situation, not wanting to continue with the confusing thoughts she had in her mind. She decided to talk with Jawad about it and the opportunity came when her husband was away on a four-day business trip, and the children were at their grandma's house. That afternoon while Jawad was in the kitchen with her she told him that she needed to talk to him about a very important matter.

"Of course, Jamela Bhabi, I'm always ready to listen to you," he replied.

She really wanted to address the subject head-on, but she was very nervous about it and she broke out into a cold sweat. So rather than come directly to the point, she started by asking him rather naughtily, "What do you think of me, Jawad?"

Jawad responded by whispering in her ear that he was having trouble controlling himself because she looked so hot and he was sorry that she didn't want him, but he also understood her feelings. Jamela felt sorry for him and didn't really know what to say, especially as he was taking her rejection of his advances.
Jamela told him that it wasn't that she didn't want him, but she was married and had her own family to think about.

He pleaded with her, "Please let me kiss you, Bhabi. I promise I'll stop whenever you say," adding, "It'll be a new experience for both of us."

As good as it had felt Jamela knew she couldn't hold out much longer. One part of her wanted to stop it, but deep in her heart, she wanted to kiss him again. Her heart won the inner battle raging inside her, and almost instinctively she told him she would allow him to kiss her again, as she didn't want him to be disappointed.

Jamela opened her mouth to feel his tongue once more, and she was just getting ready to break away again from his kiss when he said to her, "Let's go into the bedroom, Jamela Bhabi!"

Jamela couldn't believe that Jawad had the nerve to suggest going into the bedroom, but deep in her heart, she wanted to go. After a few mumbled comments like, "oh no!" and "how can we?" Jamela couldn't resist any more as Jawad grabbed her hand and led her towards the bedroom.

Once inside the bedroom, Jamela began trembling all over, her heart racing, but slowly she recovered. They were standing in the middle of the room when he took her hands and gently began to stroke them, asking her, "May I kiss you Jamela Bhabi?"

Jamela told him, "You kissed me before, so why are you asking my permission now?"

Jawad's response was to grab Jamela and hold her in a powerful embrace, his body held tightly against hers and she couldn't help noticing how well her breasts were fitting against him. Jamela started to feel horny as her breasts rubbed all over his massive chest.

She couldn't talk, as she was feeling such a rush of sexual excitement like she had never felt before even though she knew it was wrong. His strong grip on her body held her tight and she was unable to pull away, and her whole body tensed as his warm lips touched hers.

His lips were not like her husband's, and although she knew she shouldn't be doing this, Jamela opened her mouth and they began kissing, their lips melting together as if they were becoming one. Jawad pushed his tongue into her mouth and pulled Jamela close as he began fondling her ass, and this felt so good to her.

However, Jamela knew she had to stop him before things went too far. She tried to pull away from him but the strong embrace made it impossible, and she was beginning to lose her will to resist. She passionately licked his tongue back as they started to kiss deeply. Jamela didn't think about her husband or anything else, as she was so turned on by these incredible sensations.

Jawad started exploring her body and she felt him rubbing her back, before his hands reached her breasts and cupped them. When he began gently stroking her tits through the soft material of her blouse, it felt so good and made her knees go weak. His hands continued to rub, caress and even crush her breasts; they have always been very sensitive and any stimulation of them always makes her horny. Jamela worried that what they were doing right now would lead to more wrong doing, but she was enjoying it so much that she thought she would let him play just a few minutes longer and then she would stop him.

She wasn't too worried because she knew she could just stop him anytime, as he wasn't being at all forceful but still acting like a gentleman. Jamela convinced herself that it was just a little harmless petting, just a little harmless thrill and that her husband and family would never know. Jawad slid his hand under her qameez, circled her breasts with his hand, and began tweaking her hard nipples with his fingers; this felt so good that she let him continue.

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Jawad unknotted her shilwar, and pulled it down over her thighs. Jamela felt like this was her last moment to stop this erotic adventure. "Jawad, we have to stop now, please! I'm getting so hot, we mustn't continue any further!"

Jawad responded by laying her down on her back, and sitting between her legs to look at her pussy. "I bet your pussy is sweet: I must taste it. Can I taste you Jamela Bhabi? Would you like me to eat your pussy?" Jawad bent forward and moved his mouth down her stomach, until he brushed his lips over her clit and then kissed her pussy. The touch was electric and Jamela bucked her hips against his face. He stroked her hips and thighs, smoothly spreading her legs to gain better access to her treasure spot.

"Oh yes! He's going to eat my pussy, something my husband has never done!" Jamela thought. Jawad slowly dragged his tongue slowly upwards over her slit, again touching her clit. Jamela didn't want to go any further, so she tried again to stop him, telling him, "Please stop now, Jawad, we're getting carried away and I don't want to go any further."

Jawad said he understood and again promised her he wouldn't do anything she didn't want and promised her no one would ever know. Jamela simply moaned that he shouldn't carry on further and should stop once he finished tasting her pussy. With that assurance, she lifted her hips to let him pull her shilwar the rest of the way off. As Jawad took it off completely, the erotic feeling of being totally nude in front of a man who was not her husband sent a shiver up her spine as instinctively her legs spread open. Jamela was dying to feel the sensation of his mouth on her opening.

Jawad smiled at her and bent his head closer to her. He began to press his mouth over her pussy, as Jamela lay back and Jawad began to kissing the area around her labia before he began to lick her pussy lips and clit. Her legs were spread wide; she was completely open to him and at his mercy. Jawad took advantage of this, running his tongue up and down her moist pussy, making her tremble. Jawad opened Jamela's pussy lips, and sucked on her clit. He was taking the time to suck and lick each of her hot wet pussy folds. She was in ecstasy as it was everything she imagined it would be. Jamela compared Jawad with her husband; Jawad really knew just what to do with a woman. Noises were starting to escape her lips, her hands pressing down hard on the bed, helping her hips lift against his mouth. He started chewing her pussy, slowly at first, then plunging in like a starving person. The pleasure was too much, too intense and she started screaming out loud. She was breathing fast, her chest heaving and her crotch bucking wildly as he feasted on her sex, sucking and licking inside her love hole. Jamela surprised herself at how vocal she became.

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[homray]

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[radhabarwali]

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[Steve_uk]

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[ilovemasti]

Today I’m going to tell u about my sex encounter with my classmate. I am a proud Indian and live in Delhi. I am doing my graduation 1st year and this happened when I was in 12th. I had a class friend who was damn sexy. She had a great body. Big breasts, coffee brown hair, black eyes and a coke bottle figure, which was really inviting. Sometimes she gave me signals that she wanted me badly but I being a shy guy didn’t respond. Our friendship had been going on for about
1 year now and we used to meet regularly in school. On one typical day in school I was in the computer room of my school with my friend. She suddenly came to me and asked me that could I come to her house on Sunday.
I was taken aback by this sudden request of hers. I was to say no as I had to go on movie with my friends on Sunday but I saw a desperation or lust in her eyes. I could tell that she wanted me badly. I said ok I would come at 11:30 in the morning she looking very happy went away.
Days passed as Sunday came near and I was thinking what was her purpose of calling me to her house. Then came Sunday, I rang her doorbell and she opened the damn door. WHOA! She was looking very hot and erotic.
I could shake then and there looking at her even in her clothes. Imagine this, an extremely attractive girl with perfectly round and big tits and well-shaped ass, in a skintight sleeveless shirt, which was tied in a knot to reveal her navel and very tight pair of jeans,
which extended only to her knees. She told me to come in and I stepped in and saw a dimly lit yet beautiful room with all the windows closed and curtains drawn. There was extreme silence in her house and I could make out that she was alone.
She offered me a tea and got herself one too. We sat quietly sipping away at our respective drinks staring at each other. The atmosphere was what you call romantic and I was getting hornier by watching beautiful curves of her body.
I asked her the reason why she had called me and she said she was having trouble with her computer, as she know that I have computer in my house and my brother is computer professional. I asked her that what is the problem
she told me that monitor is not working properly. So I just check it out and within ten minutes I came to know that the connection was loose and I fixed it and just put it on. Suddenly when computer was on I was shocked to see that she had got so many xxx pictures.
Pictures are of different fucking positions of man and women. I glanced at her and she looked curious about my reaction. I was getting hornier and hornier. She asked me if I teach her practically. I was hesitating but It was a golden opportunity for a virgin like me,
Sure I have seen may xxx movies but in sex it was my first experience. While I was explaining frequently I found her hand nearing my cock. It was making me really aroused and my cock was bulging in my tight jeans.
She was staring right at my erection and that was making me uncomfortable. At last when I wasn’t able to control myself, I take her to the couch and let her sit on my lap. I was too mad with lust at that point and put my lips on hers and kissed like a mad man.
She fully cooperated and embraced me with both her arms. Her tits were pressing against my chest. They were as soft as, I can’t describe how soft and smooth they were. I was a virgin at that time and I knew that this was the day her and me lose our virginity.
I was exploring her back while kissing her and my finger went into her jeans and touched her panty. That was the first step in our sex adventure. Finally we stopped kissing. She stared right in my eyes as if warning me that this was going to be hardcore.
She put her hand on my rock-hard 7″ penis and started massaging my crotch. It felt that I would cum right then but I controlled. Meanwhile I was playing with her soft melons from the outside of the shirt. Then slowly I reached inside and squeezed her nipples.
It was heaven! She unzipped my jeans and took them off. This left me in my underwear with a tent in the middle because of my erection. She was delighted to see me in that state. I too tore off her shirt and she wasn’t wearing a bra and her tits jumped out.
Beautiful! She slid down my underwear and held my 7″ manhood in her hand. It was too big for her hand so she used both hands to hold it. She stripped off her jeans and bent down on her knees. I knew what she was doing and gave her my cock.
She instantly took it in her mouth. The bloody bitch. She must have watched a whole lot of blue films to know that much about sex. She gave me a wonderful blowjob.It hurt at first when her teeth rubbed against the skin but slowly pain turned to pleasure.
She kept sucking my cock for about 5 minutes when I told her that I was going to take it out as I was about to release my load. She insisted thatI shoot it in her mouth and held onto my penis. I shot all the sperm in her mouth and she gulped it like a whore.
I knew all the sex positions but first I want to lick her pussy, because that is the thing I like most while sex. Her pussy was sweet in taste like honey and too tight even I find it difficult for my tongue to get inside.
Within two minutes I can see her stomach muscles getting tight I know that she is going to come, so I started licking faster and faster suddenly she shivered and all her juices came in my mouth and I drink it all. Really it was tasty.
I told her that I was going to fuck her between her breasts and she lied down on the couch. She pressed her tits and made a tunnel in between them so that we could get maximum pleasure. I did that for about 15 minutes and loved every second of it.
I came on her breasts and then licked them clean. I slowly bit her nipples and sucked on one while playing with the other. Next up was finger fucking, I put my index finger in her love hole and started stroking them up and down.
She was loving it and giving loud moans of pleasure. After a few minutes when I felt that her cunt was loose enough I used my second finger too and licked my fingers, which had the taste of her pussy juice. I made her lick the fingers too.
She told me in between her moans and gasps that please enter my love hole. I was desperately waiting for that and I told her to lie down on the carpet and open her legs wide. I came near her hole with my cock and she grabbed it and guided it into the pussy.
For some time she supervised the strokes with her hand but then left it to me. I started pushing harder and she was screaming with pain. I slowed down and asked her if she had Vaseline or something.
She got up with a lot of effort and went into a room and came back with olive oil and handed it to me. I took some olive oil rubbed it on my cock and some inside her pussy and told her that this would ease the pain a lot. She looked relieved and asked me to start the fuck again.
I pushed my cock in her. She screamed but a lot less. I started fucking her slowly with gentle strokes. With my ever in-stroke she inhaled air and with every out-stroke she exhaled air. I increased the pace and started ramming her with my dick.
Her screaming was decreasing with ever second and a smile of ultimate pleasure came on her lips. That girl was enjoying it more than me. I fucked her for a long, long time and instantly stopped when I was about to cum.
She and I cummed together and I could feel her juice on my cock. We both stopped and relaxed, my cock still inside her. We were exhausted after that and lay on our backs. I took out my limp penis out of her hole and put my clothes on and
she slipped into another shirt as I had torn the previous one. We both sat on the couch she turned on the Air Conditioner. We both started French kissing passionately, we kissed about 15 minutes. We had something to eat as we were completely out of energy.
Then I told her I had to go back as I have some work. But as I reached my house a phone came that my computer is not working. I told her I that I know where the problem is? It was really the best experience ever for me. But after one month she went away I missed her a lot.

[melkiades]

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[Steve_uk]

Fantastic story

[funkytimmi]

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[wip1968]

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