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12-10-2009, 07:14 PM
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.
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?"
Looking directly in her eyes Jawad replied, "In my eyes, you are the prettiest woman in the world!"
She was rather embarrassed by his answer, which she never expected. She reached for his hand and said, "I realize you like me, and I like you too. We have had some good talks together, and I especially like how you are so frank and honest with me. I think of you as a close friend, but we need to be careful not to get too close, for that wouldn't be right for either of us."
After a few moments of silence, Jawad smiled and looked at her with a mischievous expression on his face as he replied, "It really is a pleasure to have a beautiful Bhabi like you as my best friend, but I don't know what you are trying to say. Can you explain what you mean?"
She looked away, but noticed out of the corner of her eye that he was still sneaking little peeks at her, so she came straight out and asked him, "Tell me what you want from me, Jawad. Why are you always staring at me when we are alone together?" This seemed to take him aback as he was not expecting such a direct question from her. He paused for a while and just looked at her, she asked him again, "Come on, Jawad, tell me! Why do you always try to brush up against me when you are in the kitchen with me?"
Jawad looked drawn and was silent, so she continued, "Don't be shy. You can talk to me frankly as there's no one around. I need an honest answer from you."
Jawad needed no further prompting, so he asked, "Where do you want me to start?"
"I want you to tell me honestly what you think about me," was Jamela's reply. Before she knew what was happening, Jawad had his arms around her in a bear hug, which really shocked her, and she tried hard to release herself from his grip, her breasts heaving. "What the hell are you doing, Jawad?" she screamed, "Please let me go right now!"
"Jamela, I just want to kiss you. You're a very beautiful woman and I think you should be loved the way you deserve. Please let me kiss you at least once!"
Although she was trying to escape from his grip she wasn't able to compete with his strength, so to appease him she said, "Just one kiss? You promise you won't try to do anything else?"
"I won't do anything that you don't want me to do, I promise you," he replied.
She didn't know what to reply to this, but to please him she said, "OK. I'll let you kiss me but not now, Jawad. Please let me go!"
"But why not now, Bhabi?" Jamela was silent for a few seconds, and the next thing she knew was she felt his mouth covering hers. It happened so suddenly that Jamela didn't respond at first but soon she found herself responding, initially in a tender and loving way but then it quickly turned more passionate and demanding. Their tongues were dueling together in a dance of lust, and Jamela began to lose control of her sexual feelings, passionately licking back at his tongue as they deeply kissed each other. He pulled his tongue from her lips and started licking her neck, his warm breath and wet tongue triggering a deep sexual desire inside her.
Somehow she managed to break away from his kiss and told him, not very convincingly, "Jawad! I'm a married woman and we shouldn't be doing this! Please stop now, you already got more than you wanted!"
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 so well.
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 wrongdoing, 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.
After some time, Jamela asked him, "Please stop now, Jawad. Please stop it, we shouldn't have gone this far. We've done already enough more than we should have." Jamela was trying to pull herself away from this carnal experience, but by this time he had pulled up her qameez and started kneading her breasts over the bra. He grabbed both of her tits, squeezing them, and then he moved up the bottom of her bra, exposing her nipples, gently rolling them between his fingertips. He unclasped her bra, releasing her full ripe breasts into his full view; they looked so beautiful and inviting and he started to lick and suck them, startling her again. He began sucking her nipple harder and faster, driving her crazy with need; she started to pull away from him so he increased his sucking to a point where it felt too good for her to stop him. He moved over to the other breast and slowly began tonguing it before taking that nipple into his mouth. He sucked hard and fast on it just like he had with the other, causing her to throw back her head in pleasure, moaning out loud, and holding him tightly, pulling his head into her bosom.
Jamela just couldn't believe what was happening and her mind was racing so fast. Her knees started to get weak and she had to sit down on the edge of the bed and Jawad knelt down to take one of her inflated nipples into his mouth. His warm tongue licked across her swollen nipples, and while he sucked softly on one of her puffy pink nipples he began to caress and rub the other one, sending her into a state of sexual confusion, her body filled with passion. Jawad had sucked her nipples to the point where they were fully erect. Her succulent breasts looked huge in proportion to her waist and Jawad licked her breasts up and down and was having his way with her, her cunt becoming swollen and wet as he sucked her tits like they were his lifelines.
Jawad slipped his hand down to her belly and then slowly inched lower and lower, gently caressing his way down to her inner thighs, caressing the silkiness of her inner thighs. Jamela wanted to stop him but she couldn't resist as she felt him softly massaging her pussy through the material of her shilwar. His hands pushed her legs farther apart and the feel of his strong hands were driving her mad, sending chills up her spine and turning her blood into warm honey that stirred and pooled in her belly awaiting release. It felt so good and Jamela thought she would let him do this for a few minutes more and then she would have to make him stop.
"Can I see your pussy, Jamela Bhabi?" he asked in a husky whisper. His finger never stopped moving, although it was maddeningly slow. His crude words only aroused her more. Her husband had never spoken to her that way and she didn't know exactly how to respond, but she knew she needed direct contact.
"But only to look at it," she said, her words belying her true need.
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
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.
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?"
Looking directly in her eyes Jawad replied, "In my eyes, you are the prettiest woman in the world!"
She was rather embarrassed by his answer, which she never expected. She reached for his hand and said, "I realize you like me, and I like you too. We have had some good talks together, and I especially like how you are so frank and honest with me. I think of you as a close friend, but we need to be careful not to get too close, for that wouldn't be right for either of us."
After a few moments of silence, Jawad smiled and looked at her with a mischievous expression on his face as he replied, "It really is a pleasure to have a beautiful Bhabi like you as my best friend, but I don't know what you are trying to say. Can you explain what you mean?"
She looked away, but noticed out of the corner of her eye that he was still sneaking little peeks at her, so she came straight out and asked him, "Tell me what you want from me, Jawad. Why are you always staring at me when we are alone together?" This seemed to take him aback as he was not expecting such a direct question from her. He paused for a while and just looked at her, she asked him again, "Come on, Jawad, tell me! Why do you always try to brush up against me when you are in the kitchen with me?"
Jawad looked drawn and was silent, so she continued, "Don't be shy. You can talk to me frankly as there's no one around. I need an honest answer from you."
Jawad needed no further prompting, so he asked, "Where do you want me to start?"
"I want you to tell me honestly what you think about me," was Jamela's reply. Before she knew what was happening, Jawad had his arms around her in a bear hug, which really shocked her, and she tried hard to release herself from his grip, her breasts heaving. "What the hell are you doing, Jawad?" she screamed, "Please let me go right now!"
"Jamela, I just want to kiss you. You're a very beautiful woman and I think you should be loved the way you deserve. Please let me kiss you at least once!"
Although she was trying to escape from his grip she wasn't able to compete with his strength, so to appease him she said, "Just one kiss? You promise you won't try to do anything else?"
"I won't do anything that you don't want me to do, I promise you," he replied.
She didn't know what to reply to this, but to please him she said, "OK. I'll let you kiss me but not now, Jawad. Please let me go!"
"But why not now, Bhabi?" Jamela was silent for a few seconds, and the next thing she knew was she felt his mouth covering hers. It happened so suddenly that Jamela didn't respond at first but soon she found herself responding, initially in a tender and loving way but then it quickly turned more passionate and demanding. Their tongues were dueling together in a dance of lust, and Jamela began to lose control of her sexual feelings, passionately licking back at his tongue as they deeply kissed each other. He pulled his tongue from her lips and started licking her neck, his warm breath and wet tongue triggering a deep sexual desire inside her.
Somehow she managed to break away from his kiss and told him, not very convincingly, "Jawad! I'm a married woman and we shouldn't be doing this! Please stop now, you already got more than you wanted!"
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 so well.
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 wrongdoing, 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.
After some time, Jamela asked him, "Please stop now, Jawad. Please stop it, we shouldn't have gone this far. We've done already enough more than we should have." Jamela was trying to pull herself away from this carnal experience, but by this time he had pulled up her qameez and started kneading her breasts over the bra. He grabbed both of her tits, squeezing them, and then he moved up the bottom of her bra, exposing her nipples, gently rolling them between his fingertips. He unclasped her bra, releasing her full ripe breasts into his full view; they looked so beautiful and inviting and he started to lick and suck them, startling her again. He began sucking her nipple harder and faster, driving her crazy with need; she started to pull away from him so he increased his sucking to a point where it felt too good for her to stop him. He moved over to the other breast and slowly began tonguing it before taking that nipple into his mouth. He sucked hard and fast on it just like he had with the other, causing her to throw back her head in pleasure, moaning out loud, and holding him tightly, pulling his head into her bosom.
Jamela just couldn't believe what was happening and her mind was racing so fast. Her knees started to get weak and she had to sit down on the edge of the bed and Jawad knelt down to take one of her inflated nipples into his mouth. His warm tongue licked across her swollen nipples, and while he sucked softly on one of her puffy pink nipples he began to caress and rub the other one, sending her into a state of sexual confusion, her body filled with passion. Jawad had sucked her nipples to the point where they were fully erect. Her succulent breasts looked huge in proportion to her waist and Jawad licked her breasts up and down and was having his way with her, her cunt becoming swollen and wet as he sucked her tits like they were his lifelines.
Jawad slipped his hand down to her belly and then slowly inched lower and lower, gently caressing his way down to her inner thighs, caressing the silkiness of her inner thighs. Jamela wanted to stop him but she couldn't resist as she felt him softly massaging her pussy through the material of her shilwar. His hands pushed her legs farther apart and the feel of his strong hands were driving her mad, sending chills up her spine and turning her blood into warm honey that stirred and pooled in her belly awaiting release. It felt so good and Jamela thought she would let him do this for a few minutes more and then she would have to make him stop.
"Can I see your pussy, Jamela Bhabi?" he asked in a husky whisper. His finger never stopped moving, although it was maddeningly slow. His crude words only aroused her more. Her husband had never spoken to her that way and she didn't know exactly how to respond, but she knew she needed direct contact.
"But only to look at it," she said, her words belying her true need.
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