My story happened about a year before. My name is Sakunthala. I am 36 now and even now I am considered to be attractive and have always taken good care of myself. I'm proud to say most men find my pretty face attractive, i own desi large breasts (38 d), bit flabby stomach and especially my firm booty and thighs draw more attention, although I have to admit I've never really dressed to show them. I'm not really old fashion but I normally used to be in the traditional south Indian saree.
My husband is a successful businessman so it hasn't really been necessary for me to work. He earns a lot so we decided that I will take care of the house. We have a two kids. They both are in the school. It was during such time, I happened to meet Akmez. He is distant relative of my husband. He is related to my husband's sister. He might be around 27, very energetic and masculine. When my husband's sis came to India, she stayed at our house. That time, Akmez for the first time came to our house. He is a good looking person with good body and very charming face. He is very talkative by nature and cut some good jokes on the different topics. I was very much impressed with his personality.
As the time passed, his visit to our house became regular, even after my husband's sister's family left abroad. He started to visit at least once a week on weekend and used to for the complete day with us. He got so much intimate with my family, that everyone, even my husband started to accept Akmez as one among our closed ones.
Every day, once my children left to school and husband to office, I used to spend long hours alone at home. Off late my loneliness was taken back with the company of Akmez. He used to come so frequently, as he was jobless. Akmez was always good to have around, helping me and keeping up some conversation. I seemed to be comfortable in talking with him and often Akmez used to mention that I had a good and warm voice. I seemed inquisitive and asked him about his daily routines, his time-pass and other details. This sort of conversation went on regularly for about a month, as almost once in two days, he used to come and apparently his sense of humor and frankness excited me. We used to have a wonderful conversation and he told me that he wanted to have a lady elder to him as his girlfriend. I was surprised at his statement and I said that I too wanted a young man like him as my companion, to share my desires and to make life more relaxed and it became routine for me to have Akmez at my house and I felt I miss him a lot at his absence.
It was after some days that I noticed that, while we were alone, he started paying more attention to my boobs. Being used to living alone, I was a little careless about my dress at home and on more occasions i noticed him peeping and staring. At first I thought, initially I thought it was unintentional latter as time passed by his glares turned into steady looks teasing my entire body, strangely I started liking his penetration and teasing looks. In order to tease the young gun, sometimes intentionally let the pallu of my saree fall off while I bend to give him coffee or some cold drinks, so that he would have a good view. Invariably, his eyes would drop off and get fixed on them. I noticed that even while talking to me, his eyes made a regular stares on my succulent breasts. When he noticed me observing him staring like that, he would be embarrassed and then try not to look again. But again after some time, his eyes would repeatedly return to my boobs. After all, he is also a sex-starved young man. I did not give it much thought. But since I started responding to his teasing looks, he became bold to give me that lustful look all the time when he was around with me... but I used to ignore his looks but still he would look longingly at my body and give me that "I want you looks". He is only 9 years younger to me. He is fit, and in good shape, not bad at all, he is about 6' tall, sexy, muscular, fair, has dark hair and little eyes.
I then realized that Akmez had hots for me. I didn't give him much response, even though I cannot completely ignore him. The reason being, though my sex life is good, but as far as my view point is concern, I am not fully happy as my husband takes sex as a routine process. As my husband is in to the business of garment export, he frequently travels in and around India and abroad also. Because of that, the frequency of we both involving in sex had got reduced now-a-days. He is very rigid in his thinking and he is also very shy kind of person. He won't find sex as a pleasure of life. He always do some kissing and then get roused and then he fucks me without doing any foreplay. When he is discharged, he just go to bed. So I want something new in this routine life. I had lot of reading on Oral Sex and Anal sex and other aspect of different sex positions and other stuff like that. But due to our family and my husband, I was very much shy to talk about it with my husband. I was always very much interested on oral sex but he don't like it. Even I wanted to know some of the technique of self-pleasure also. Anyway, my sex life since my marriage, all these years, was without much excitement. But then, since Akmez's entry into my life, I find more thrilled deep in my heart, about his acts. But the fact that I am a married woman in a respectable family, has always prevented me from succumbing into his pressure.
Finally I decided to make an end to this debacle. I decided not to continue any further, with lots of confusions and hesitations in my mind. So when he came I just asked Akmez to come the next day, as my husband would be away on a business trip and my children were already had gone to my mom's place for vacation. I told him that I needed to talk an important matter to him and asked him to come at around 11:00 in the morning.
On that day, I wore a simple light blue printed saree with matching blouse. I wore one bangle, simple ear rings and a very thin and simple mangalsutra. I have decided to appeal simpler before Akmez. And I ensured that our presence should be more private and alone. So, I had even send away the servant maid that day.
Akmez came exactly at the time mentioned. He was wearing jeans and a shirt. We sat and made some polite conversation where we recounted some of the topics we had spoken about previously. My body started sweating due to the hesitation of how to initiate. After a long pause asked him naughtily, "So, what do you think of me now?" Immediately Akmez replied, "You're cuter now than I saw you before." I got little embarrassed and at the same time encouraged with his answer. I smiled and slowly held his hand and "I like your frankness... I always see you as my close friend." I shook his hand and smiled. I thought this would be a better way to convey my thoughts. After a few seconds of silence, Akmez told me, "It's a pleasure to have a nice beautiful aunty like you, as my best friend" he smiled and gazed at me .with his naughty look. After this exchange, silence again reigned. But he began to sneak peeks at me. Finally the point was reached. At least now, I should make my point clear. So with a determined thought, I asked him straightly, "Tell me what do you want from me, why are you coming so often?" He didn't except a direct question like this from me.
