Hey guys, it's Shoaib again to tell you guys about my illicit encounter with my friend's Iranian fiancΓ©e.
As stated in my previous stories I am a Muslim guy from a town near Mumbai. Last year my friend got engaged with a girl named Sally who is a beautiful babe with silky white skin. She is a medium built curvy babe having measurements of 34B-26-38. I was so happy for both of them as they were looking excellent together.
I was passing by from the celebration stage wishing them a good-luck when I first time shook her silky soft hands and looked into her dark-brown eyes. I was mesmerized by her beauty, something did happen between us but I didn't know what. I took dinner and went home.
Almost six months passed by, occasionally she used to come in my mind and sometimes in my dreams but I used to ignore them. During the period my friend went to Australia as it was planned before their engagement and Sally would stay in Mumbai only until they get married together after a year & a half. At the same time, I left my old job in Mumbai and started to work in a high-profile IT company in Bangalore. My wife was still living with my family in Mumbai. Every second Saturday/Sunday I visit my family regularly. I have a very handsome pay and a very peaceful job.
Before I left for Bangalore I used to hang out with Sally and my friend now and then and we became very good friends. We used to chat on FB or Whatsapp.
During the last six months, my other friends in the town, as well as some mutual friends, used to tell me that she is not a good girl and she had multiple affairs. Even I started thinking the same was after knowing her properly after few gatherings as she would always be chatting with her male friends, hanging out with them, drinking and smoking hookah with them, being awake till late night on chatting media while my friend was asleep. On top of that, I always used to think that she has agreed upon marrying him because of her chance to go to Australia.
I rented a finely furnished flat in a very porch area of Bangalore. One fine day after a week I was sitting in my gallery on the 20th-floor sighting a beautiful view of nature in the evening and suddenly my phone rang. I picked up the phone and saw Sally calling. I picked up the phone.
"Hello, stranger," she said.
"Stranger? How am I a stranger to you, Sally?"
"Cause you forgot me after going to Bangalore."
I never wanted to hit on my friend's FiancΓ©e but as people around me started about her character and that remembrance of our first meeting where I dived in her beautiful eyes and the pleasure of her touch forced me to flirt with her.
"There is no living human being that can forget a beautiful babe like you Sally."
"Awww, then why didn't you call or message me? Liar."
"I was busy with the work dear, you know its new job and settling down in this new city is a bit tedious work, and always remember, Shoaib never lies."
"Awww, so that does make me beautiful right? Because you said it and you don't lie, right?"
I laughed a bit and said, "Of course Sal, any doubts?"
We kept on talking for about half an hour that day with a lot of flirts here and there. The night passed and I woke up in the morning with a much more hardwood inside my trunks than ever before. Sally was on mind through-out the night. I was feeling attracted to her. I opened her Instagram and took a look at the raunchy photo before going for a bath and jerked off thinking of her before going to the office.
Even in the office, I was unable to concentrate on work. Sally and her flawless beauty were always on my mind. Her Curvy body, Thick thighs, and big ass were exploding my mind.
We started chatting every day and we were getting close and naughty day by day. We occasionally video called too. The chats were getting longer and the sleep? Well, shorter.
After a month I made my mind that I just want to fuck her and I was sure that she was interested in me too. I picked up the phone and called her, She immediately picked up my call.
"Hey, gorgeous," I said in a romantic voice.
"What happened to you, why is your voice so romantic?" She asked.
"I've finally learned how to talk with you I guess."
"Hmmm, okay okay, why did u call Mr. Romantic?" She said.
I could feel her smile behind her voice while she said that. Now, as I knew from a lot of sources and my gut feeling that she was a kind of a gold-digger and used to get used around by rich boys I planned to take her out of India to the Maldives. I had a day off a week after Monday, so I had three days of spare.
"Would you like to come on a trip with me to the Maldives? Tickets on me," I said.
"Don't you think my future hubby and your wife won't like it?"
"Are you going to tell them? Because I won't."
"Don't you think it's cheating? And what would I say at my home?"
"As if you care, Look, it's up to you Sally whether you want to join or not, and if you want to join, I know you are an intelligent babe and it's a child's play for you to manage it," I said with romantic aggression.
"Ewwww, somebody is getting angry it seems."
"Nah, not ang...," as I was about to finish my sentence she cut in between and said, "Shut-up you angry teddy-bear, give me a day or two to think."