I have always been attracted to slim, slender women, especially the ones that are not yours to have. I work with an IT company in the city and my work keeps me engaged for most of the day. My wife and I are happily married and satisfy each other for all our needs, physical and emotional.
Our encounters are a story of their own, but today's story revolves around my friend's wife and how she channeled her desire for revenge into something entirely unexpected and sexy.
My friend, Mubarak, and his wife, Jasmeen, have been married for 5 years now. Since he is always on business trips and tours around the country, she is mostly lonely at home. I have known Jasmeen for quite some years now and we all call her "Jas" with love.
Mubarak and I go back many years, even before their marriage. He has been a ladies' man and has had many escapades before marriage. However, he loves Jas a lot and has been crazy about her during their courtship and even during the early years of marriage.
However, his constant travels have left little time for them to spend together. She has always complained about this to my wife during our family dinners and discussions.
Mubarak being a player, could not be controlled by the pure love and care that Jas showered upon him. He used to enjoy flirting and friendly dates with other women. This was not known to Jas in the beginning. However, one day Mubarak and his exploits were brought to her eyes by an angry husband whose wife was fucking Mubarak. There were chats, nude pics, and voice recordings by both Mubarak and his lover confessing the same which was shared with Jas.
She couldn't take it anymore. This has gone beyond a little flirting or just a harmless date. She didn't know for sure these things happened before. She just had a hint, considering his personality and past stories. However, sleeping with another woman was the point of no return. She kicked him out and started living alone. Mubarak tried his best to apologize, without much effect.
A few months later, she was getting rid of his stuff. She has decided not to go back to him and just wanted every single thing of his out of her life and home. Since they were not on talking terms, I was asked to help in clearing his stuff from the house. As she packed each stuff of his, my wife and I would go and pick it up. After a few times, most of the stuff was cleared. There was one last trip to be made.
She called me and asked me to come to her house by 8 PM after office, by when she would also be back from her work. As I was going directly after work, my wife told me that she is not coming. By 7, I confirmed that she would be back from work and decided to go to her house.
I reached around Eight and rang the bell. I waited for a few minutes and there was no response. I rang the bell again and as was going to call her on the cell, the door opened. My jaws opened wide. I had never seen her in short sexy dresses, much less a towel. She was panting slightly and her breasts were heaving up and down with each breath. She knew I was in awe of her body. Women can read these signals much faster. She had one of the nicest smooth skin I have seen in some time. As she had just got out of the shower, her hair was tied in a bun. Water droplets were falling slowly on her smooth shoulders and some sliding naughtily along her slender neck. I have always thought of her as a good-looking lady. But today, I saw the sexy side too. I wondered how my friend wanted anything more than this body. The animal in me wanted to tear open the towel and explore her body. But the gentleman in me resisted, not for long though.
She broke the awkwardness with a sweet "Hello" and apologized for keeping me waiting at the door. I said it's okay. She told me to take a seat and by then she will change and come. She was in the middle of a bath while I rang the bell. I took a seat on a single sofa in the living room. And was going through some magazines. I realized that she didn't close her bedroom door. The mirror in the living room gave me a slight view of the bedroom. I could see that she had removed the towel completely and was using it to dry her hair and body. I can see the reflection of her smooth naked back in the mirror. She has a toned body that any lingerie model would crave.
While I ogled her through the mirror, my mind wandered to the past. I had never seen this side of hers. She was a loyal wife to my friend, and I found her to be religious, at least in modern terms. So you could understand my confused state of mind. Was this a random accidental thing or was she trying to give me signals? I have been a dedicated husband to my wife. Not that I have never checked out pretty girls before. But I haven't looked at a naked girl other than my wife since our marriage. I had a pretty good feeling that Jas too hasn't revealed too much herself in front of another man other than Mubarak, since their marriage. Knowing Jas, I think she has never had another man than Mubarak. She had gotten married quite early in life. Though I had moved into my very early thirties, she is still in her 20 somethings, that age when women are experienced enough to try something new and salacious.
She came out saying, "Shall I get you a cup of coffee."
I was jolted out of my mind's random journeys.
I said, "Sure."
As she walked away to the kitchen picking-up something from the dining table, I noticed that she was wearing something sexy. She had a red cami top with those thin transparent straps, that gave the illusion of not being there, and a pair of pink shorts, that was really short. As she walked away, I noticed that she was not wearing anything underneath that top as the back was semi-transparent and I couldn't see any bra straps. My mind started racing through her tone naked back which was on full display for me a bit earlier. I now had a feeling that this was all so not an accident. There seems to be a pattern here. And she is aware of what is happening, to me, and us.
A few minutes later Jas returned with two mugs of coffee and sat down lazily on the three-seater couch. I was sitting close to her on the single-seater.
She said, "I have packed everything into small boxes. There are 4 of them. Hope it's okay for you."
I said, "That's not a problem."
We chatted a few minutes on regular things and then I thought of asking her about their relationship and the future.
She said, "I don't want to go back to someone who did it with his ex in the same bed that we sleep in. I feel so disgusted."
"I understand your situation, Jas."
"No, you don't, yaar. I had given him everything. My entire heart. And he destroyed that. Makes me feel without any dignity."
She went on to vent out more, and some things were graphical enough for my understanding. She was getting more and more emotional as the conversation went ahead. I just nodded and hummed from time to time. Eventually, she broke down and started crying. I felt sad and confused. My heart wanted to console her. But how? What should I say?
I mustered the courage and got up from my seat and sat next to her. I put my arms around her and said, "It's okay. Don't cry. We all are there for you." And she slowly stopped crying. As my hand was around her, she had kept her head on my chest. I could see her cleavage and a little more from the top. Her breasts heaved up and down with each breath. I couldn't help myself. I was feeling aroused. Minutes went by, our fingers were now intertwined in careless togetherness.
She raised her head from my chest and looked towards me. I planted a kiss on her forehead. We were both confused as to what was happening. She raised herself from the hug and her face was aligned with mine. She looks into my eyes with a sense of desire I had not seen in her eyes before. Her left hand slowly caressed the left side of my face. I could feel her deep breathing. Or was it mine? Our hearts were pounding faster than usual like first-timer teenagers doing something that they are not supposed to. Our lips were like low-powered magnets, pulling both of us closer in slow motion. Her lips brushed against mine. I am still confused, excited, and have a racing heartbeat. I could feel her slowly move her lips alongside mine to get a response. I couldn't help it anymore. My lips slowly opened to take in her red pouting lips.
She understood my signal. There was no confusion anymore. We wanted this to happen. She slowly kissed my upper lips, like a little nibble. I responded by nibbling her lower lips. She got more excited now. Her lips were mesmerizing. I got very excited. We kept doing this for a few minutes. And with each kiss, our passion deepened. With each kiss, our confusions left us and we were confident. We were confident that we needed us the most. I slowly opened my mouth to give her my tongue. By then, she too was getting very excited. She parted her lips to allow my tongue to invade her mouth.
I loved her taste, a sweet aroma mixed with caffeine. Our tongues played around with each other. I wanted more. I slowly let my left hands slide under the sheer transparent garment at her back. Oh my God! What a heavenly feeling to touch her soft back. And she didn't mind at all. Probably, because she has been sex starved for about a year since their separation. My right hand was now on her hip, under her red top. Our lips were doing a sexy salsa of their own. Crazily. Passionately. In uncontrollable desire. We wanted to take it to the next level.
Right then, my phone rang. We stopped to look at the phone on the table. It was my wife. Jas saw the call and looked at me. Her gaze told me she didn't want anything to disturb what we were doing. I took the phone in my hand, a hundred lies running through my head.
Jas took the phone from my hand and canceled the call with a preset SMS.
"I am in a meeting. Will call back later."
I was stunned. She wanted me to be hers', and only hers' at this moment. As we looked into each other, my phone chimed again.
It was a WhatsApp message, from my wife, "Dont frgt to get things from Jas's."
Jas smiled at me, rather naughtily and showed me the message. And she started typing back. I got a bit scared as I didn't know what she would reply to.
