Seducing Muslim Friend’s Sexy Wife – Part 2
Thank you for all your feedback. Please read the first part of this story about my friend’s sexy wife to understand the situation better. I’ll try to post the following parts as soon as possible. Also, the following parts would be a little more elaborate. This is neither a fictional story nor is she a roadside slut to just plunge my dick into her pussy. It took a lot of time for us to overcome everything and express our love for one another. She was standing exactly opposite me, leaning on the balcony railing, while I was sitting on a sofa. The moonlight made her a perfect silhouette. Her structure and her hip curve were making me crazy. Aaesha: What were you trying to do? I lifted my head and answered her I wasn’t exactly doing anything. I was just looking, and I winked Aaesha: And would you have stopped by just looking if I hadn’t moved from there? Me: Maybe. Aaesha: May I ask why are you interested in my navel? Me: For me, the navel is the center of attraction for women, and I’d say yours is the best navel I’ve seen. Aaesha: But I’m your friend’s wife. Is it right to see my navel like that? Me: If you didn’t want me to see that, why did you change into that saree? Aaesha: (kept quiet for some time) Ali spilled water on me, so I had to change. Me: So you wear the sexiest saree now? When you’re going to sleep? You could’ve worn a nightdress. Aaesha: I thought so too. But you asked why I didn’t wear that saree, so I wore it for you Me: If that’s the case. Can I see your navel again? Aaesha: Every chance you get, you want to see it? Me: Every chance I get, I’d eat it. (and looked in her eyes) Aaesha: Don’t get greedy, Mr. Me: Is it a yes or a no? She was staring silently into my eyes. I pulled her holding her hips and made her stand close so that her legs were between my legs. Aaesha: What are you doing? I was silent, moved her saree slightly, and was staring at her navel. I pointed my finger at her navel. Aaesha: (she understood what was going to happen) No, Raja, stop it, don’t do it. I slowly moved my finger, touched her belly, moved my finger, and started circling her navel. Aaesha: (she let out a small moan and closed her mouth with her hand and stopped me) It’s enough, leave me now. She sat next to me. She was silent and looking right in my eyes. I could see the lust building in her, but I wanted her to open up. She was sitting on my right. I started to smoke a cigarette and started drinking a Coke Aaesha: Are you still hungry? Me: What? Aaesha: You’re drinking coke, so I thought you’re still hungry. Me: (I wanted to try my luck) My stomach is full, but I’m still hungry. Aaesha: (she got my hint) Oh, what is that hunger? Me: Something I can’t say to you Aaesha: (she moved close to me on the sofa and whispered) Oh, then tell me where you feel hungry? I was getting an instant hard-on. I looked at her eyes and then my dick. She noticed my boner and opened her mouth and said, “Wow, it looks like you’re very hungry down there,” and patted on my shoulder. She leaned with one hand on the headrest facing me. I was so happy that this double meaning conversation is still going on, making me hard. I can clearly see her midriff and her navel as her pallu has moved. I could feel the tension rising between us. Me: So, are you gonna help my hunger? Aaesha: I don’t think I can feed your hunger. Me: Why? (with a sad face) Aaesha: I don’t think I can cook that much to fulfill your hunger. Me: I believe you can. Aaesha: I don’t have your cooking experience, and my cook is not as experienced as you. (winked) Me: It’s ok, I’ll teach you, maybe we can cook together if you’re hungry. (turned towards her now our thighs were touching) Aaesha: (she was biting her lower lips) What are you going to teach me new? Me: It’s not about teaching new but teaching how to cook with passion. Aaesha: Oh, really? Me: Yeah, with proper passion, you can cook for hours and hours. (kept my hand on her thighs) Aaesha: And how is that? Me: When you normally cook, either one is left hungry. But with proper passion, the hunger of both the cooks will be satisfied, and you can’t wait to cook again. I slowly kept my right hand on her bare hip. She held my hand and looked into my eyes Aaesha: What are you doing? (in a sexy tone) Me: Class one (and moved closer to her now her thighs were over mine) I slowly caressed her hip and touch her back under the saree. She was breathing heavily. I could see her 38 size boobs going up and down and came a little bit closer. I slowly took my left hand on her cheeks and held her neck and brought her closer to me We both looked at each other’s eyes and were breathing heavily, and in a second, our lips met. We were kissing passionately, and she was sitting in my lap. I was running my hand all over her back and her ass over the saree. We were kissing for 10 minutes now. She stopped me and suddenly got up and said sorry and went inside. I did not want to waste this start. So I followed her and found her in the kitchen where she was standing, holding the countertop. I went behind her, hugged, and started kissing her neck. She began to moan and pushed her head back I started licking her earlobes. My hand went inside her saree and was playing with her navel and her boobs over her blouse. She was moaning and breathing heavily, and she turned back and started kissing me. I made her sit on the countertop and started kissing her boobs. I started biting them over the dress. She was pressing my head for me to suck her boobs more. I tried to remove her blouse, but she stopped me Aaesha: This is so wrong, Raj, please stop. Me: It’s not wrong, we both like it, and we’re enjoying it. Aren’t we? Aaesha: Yes, I am, but this is wrong. I’m married, and my husband is sleeping in the room. I got upset and remembered that her husband is my friend.