Shgufta was friend of my wife. I had never met her, Shagufta, until we ran into each other at the mall. She was wearing a black Shilwar qameez suit, which displayed her feminine charms to good advantage. I could not take my eyes off her as I realized that she turned me on quite a lot in that first meeting. This realization was both arousing and disturbing. After all, she was not just any other woman, but friend of a wife.
Shagufta and my wife spent a lot of their time with each other, going shopping together, to the beauty parlor and to occasional social functions. Shagufta was better looking than my wife, if you went by the usual standards of beauty.
I had kept my eye on her from the first day we met. To be in bed with her was my dream, but through all the daydreaming and wishful thinking I was well aware of the fact that it would remain just that – wishful thinking! She had an unblemished reputation, and it was very obvious that she absolutely adored her husband. But I was still waiting with hope for the right moment. I had masturbated many times thinking of her, and many times I had fanaticized that I was with her even while I was fucking my own wife. Shagufta was a conservative, shy, housewife. She had long black hair, brown eyes and a shapely body. Though Shagufta was 35 years old, she still had a youthful figure, especially after birthing three kids. Her body was beautifully sculpted with high, firm breasts, sweetly curved buttocks, and shapely legs. Over all she was a very attractive woman. I admired her thick, broad hips, which were especially appealing to me. All I could think about was how nice it would be to see her hips in the flesh . . .and those nice full breasts, which fascinated me whenever I saw her. She was a very attractive woman. One morning after I had showered, I sat sipping coffee and reading the paper when the doorbell rang. I wondered who it could be at this time of the day, so I set down my cup of coffee and paper and headed for the door.
Glancing out the window, I realized that visitor was the friend of my wife, Shagufta. I was wondering why she would come to visit my wife, since she knew my wife was visiting her parents, along with the kids, since last week, and she would be there for another two weeks.
"Good morning, Shagufta, so good to see you," I said. Shagufta just stood there, not answering. "Can't you even say hello?" I asked.
"Hi," she said, and I noted that She smiled as she noticed that our home was vacant except for me. "Where is your wife, and what're you doing home at this time?" Shagufta asked.
"Didn't she tell you? She has been visiting her parents since last week. What brings you out so early this morning?" I could hardly keep my eyes off her perfect breasts! I moved my hand to rub my hardening cock.
I complimented her on looking so good so early in the day, and joked about how what was going on in my body was making her body even more beautiful. It was bold of me to say this, but Shagufta had always been good-natured with me, so I felt a bit adventurous. She started to leave, but looking at her in a playful way, I said "Oh, I see, your friend is not here so you're just going to leave an old man at home alone."
She smiled and replied, "You are not an old man."
I noticed that she was smiling, and felt that it was not her usual smile. I thought, "Could this be the opportunity I have been waiting for?" I shrugged it off as daydreaming.
Shagufta walked into the lounge, and she looked me in the eye as I close the door behind us. I realized that this was my first opportunity to get close to her as we sat together on the couch and began talking about our families.
After making some small talk, the conversation got around to my wife. I'd been married 15 years, and things had gone a little downhill. My wife didn't have much interest in sex, as much as I wanted anyway. We had known each other our entire lives, so there was nothing new to be discovered.
Shagufta commented how I kept my family well cared for and comfortable. I told her I appreciated her compliment, but what about her life? "Tell me, Shagufta, about your life, I think your husband tries his best to keep you happy, doesn't he?" I asked.
A sad look came over her, and she replied "I guess one could say we are happy."
"Tell me, Shagufta is there any problem you are facing?
"No, nothing is wrong. Every thing is fine," she replied. "But you seem rather down. Do you have a problem you would like to tell me about?"
"My problem is that my wife doesn't take as much interest in me as I would like. Do you understand what I mean? She really should take care of me, but there is almost nothing between us of love and romance. I have been tempted to leave her, but I haven't the heart to leave her yet. I still hope she will realize my needs some day."
Shagufta listened closely and nodded, and said she understood, adding comments and advice now and then. The conversation became very emotional for me. Shagufta laid her hand on my hand and tried to console me. The heat of her hand made my blood boil, and I began to feel an erection building up.
"Shagufta, I hate to admit this, but I have had a crush on you for some time now, ever since I met you that day in the mall, in fact."
When she heard that comment, she looked up at me, seeming shocked, and said, "You are such a naughty boy! Your wife better not hear you saying something like that to me."
"Are you going to tell her?" I asked her jokingly.
"I'm not, but she may come to. . ." She didn't complete the sentence.
"Shagufta, may I request something of you?"
"It depends on your request."
"If I asked you for something . . ."
"Like what?"
"Would you be willing to kiss me if I plead for it?"
"What on earth are you talking about? I have never had thoughts like that about you!" she said, not angrily but with surprise.
"Please Shagufta I beg you, let me kiss you once"
"Don't beg, I'm certainly not going to fall for that," she said with a smile. "Please," Her perfect white teeth formed a stunning contrast with her blushing face. "OK, but only one kiss, with a promise that my husband and your wife must not know about It," she said.
Then I placed my lips on her cheek. She did not actually respond, but allowed my lips to touch her cheek, and I was able to pull her closer while holding her with both hands.
She tried very much to keep me from going further, after accepting what was more like the traditional kiss on the cheek, and a warm embrace between friends. Shagufta was breathing deeply, and she looked at me intently without saying a word.
I drew her closer, and softly kissed her lips as she moved easily into my arms. I was gently caressing her arms and only slightly touching the sides of her breasts.
I continued to softly kiss her cheeks, and moved my lips to her ear as I whispered how much I liked her and thought she was so beautiful. I began rubbing her neck and shoulders and she seemed to resist only for a moment.
When I lifted her qameez and she felt my hands on her breasts she moaned, but said that was enough, and that we should stop it now and not go too far.
But how I could listen to her? I leaned over and kissed her breasts over her bra and told her to relax and enjoy my affection for her. Then I slid her bra up to her neck, and there were her magnificent breasts that I had only dreamed about, displayed to me in their full splendor. Her firm breasts that totally defied gravity even as she leaned back on the couch.
They were perfect, about 36C, if I was any judge of cup sizes. I took a few moments to enjoy what was on display. She tried to hold her arms over her breasts, but not before I got a good glimpse of their loveliness.
What a picture! I couldn't decide whether to just look at her lovely breasts, to feel them with my fingers, or to kiss them. She leaned toward me with her head on my shoulder.
