I've known Salman since the seventh grade, and he's more like a brother than a friend. We've been through a lot in 30-plus years. He was married, with three children; a young daughter about fourteen, sons about twelve and eight they had been married around sixteen years.
He has a very decent, incredibly and attractive wife. It was difficult to believe that parveen was a mother of a 14 years old kids.
We still very much enjoyed each other's company and would be eager to catch up on what was happening in each other's lives.
We had not seen each other in quite a while. I called them when I reached there. My friend's Wife answered the phone. I informed her of my arrival and asked about Salman. She told me that he had gone to nearby city and would be home in the evening. She gave me his cell number and I called him inform him of my arrival. He told me to just go to his place, and he'd be home some time after sunset.
"Maybe 'I don't think so,' I said, 'I need to get checked into my hotel."
"Take it easy Zeshan, I'll be there soon," he told me.
"I don't mind at all." I told him, "I'm sure I can stay at the hotel and what I'll do just fine without you."
"Don't be silly." he exclaimed," he said "I would be there as soon as I can be, besides I would feel bad if you had to go to a hotel or some other place."
I went to his home. He'd informed his wife of my stay there.
"Hey, Zeshan" she said as she greeted me with a hug.
We had never hugged before this. I never noticed how well endowed she was until she embraced me. Her breasts mashed up against me, and I could have sworn I felt a firm nipple.
"Good evening," I responded as our hug ended.
The weather was bad and was pouring with rain while we waited for Salman. You could hear the sound of freezing rain in the night even though the sky was so black that you couldn't see a foot in front of your own footsteps, much less out the window.
Suddenly we got a phone call. Salman rang to inform us that he couldn't come tonight. Because the weather was too severe, so the highway authorities recommended avoiding driving due to the bad weather. He couldn't come home until the storm passed. He asked to speak his wife, and asked her to care for me more than usual.
I had been in his home before as this was not the first time.
Parveen was looking at me, and smiled at me so sweetly asking me to about the dinner.
Parveen got up and walked to the window, she opened the curtain and a sigh escaped her lips as she let the window's curtain fall back in place. It'd snowed. She moved away from the window and kicked off her shoes, saying, "The snow is really getting heavy and the freezing rain is coming in sheets."
I went to out side and checked- it was not a simple one or two inches but more than six inches.
"Are you hungry?" She asked, moving over to the kitchen entrance to keep an eye on the oven some chicken she had put on for roasting.
"I'm starving!" I practically shouted, which made her smile.
Parveen arranged the nice dinner with several delicious dishes. We took the dinner, after the dinner she asked her kids to go their bedroom and they went.
After we ate the dinner, she made a nice fire in the living room. Parveen asked me, "Would you like a little whisky?"
"How you can say that when Salman isn't here. How I can drink?"
"Oh! I'll give you company"
"You?"
"Yes! Why can't I?"
" I don't know... would it be right?"
" Take it easy, Salman knows I drink and I often give him company, this is normal in our house."
After thinking for a couple of moments, I said "O.K."
She went and brought a bottle of whisky, two glasses, and water in a tray. She made a large drink for herself and me. As we were sipping our whisky slowly, we just sat and watched the TV enjoying the snow as it fell and did some chatting to pass the time. While we were sitting and talking, Parveen excused her self and went her bedroom. Parveen became bit too drunk after few drinks- she was pretty high by this time.
After some time I looked up to see Parveen coming back wearing a light robe. It was very tight fitting and it showed off her abundant cleavage quite well.
Parveen gave me a devilish look and said. "I hope you don't mind, but I wasn't comfortable so I changed."
Parveen was looking extremely sexy, she'd really alluring figures, full firm breasts, trim waist, flat stomach, and round tight ass! Now I could no longer see her as the quiet shy Parveen.
"Who am I to mind?" I replied stupidly.
We began to talk about her marriage and how she still loves her husband. She told me that she loves her kids and the money her husband makes. If anything should happen to him, her and their kids would be fine.
"Don't you find me attractive?" suddenly Parveen asked me.
I couldn't believe she asking then me like this and my face went pale, "What did you say?" I mentioned.
"Why don't you answer? It's a simple question." Parveen said.
"You are Salman's wife." I explained, "I still find it hard to think of you as being attractive." I spoke, "I mean you are a ...."
"What I am? I've seen the way you look at me." Parveen said.
"I can't say, what I should tell."
"I can understand." Parveen said, "You couldn't take your eyes off me when we met... Even now you are staring at me." She replied once more.
I was glad I wear baggy clothes because my dick was painfully hard now, as I was excited as I've ever been by the way she was talking.
What could I say; she had me right where she wanted me. I thought she was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. She was slim with hip length black hair, large black eyes. The things that attracted me the most were her firm breasts and little ass.
"My dear, we are all alone." Parveen said to me, "My husband is not around to interrupt us."
"Are you serious?" I asked.
"Yes! I am"
"I always think you're like a sister to me. And Salman isn't like a friend. He is like my brother. His mother even calls me son and I've never looked at you sexually."
"I'm not your sister nor you are my brother, I've always looked at you sexually and so many times I have tried to get your attention but you are not only dumb but also blind. I don't believe Salman is your brother" Parveen chuckled
" You're right but look, there's a few things called trust, friendship, relationship, respect of friends respect of yourself."
"So, you've never thought about sleeping with me?"
"Of course, I can honestly tell you, I'd thought about what you would be like in bed, but I've never thought of doing it... not Salman's wife."
" You like me, I know you do, tell me you don't like me, I dare you." She said.
"Okay... I do." I spoke as I swallowed hard. I complimented her and said about how hard work was making her body more beautiful. "You've a spectacular body."
Parveen surprised me when she got up from her seat and plopped in my lap. I wanted it but half-heartedly I tried to prevent her, but she was insistent. I could feel my hard cock resting between the cheeks of her arse. She looked me in the eye and said "you're a terrible liar, if you've never thought about me sexually, tell me why you're so hard." She reached under her butt and grabbed my dick.
"What do you have in mind?" I asked.
She reached down and cupped her wet mound in her hand "I could think of a thing or two to do to kill some time" she giggled.
