Family and Friends Ch. 02bydarthewriter©
I am a healthy, normal guy. I don't work out, and I eat all the stuff they say you should avoid, without obvious harm. Genetics or a high sex drive keeps me fit. Whatever the reason, I am glad of it. I just concentrate on keeping myself neat and clean; and try radiating quiet, self-confidence. This and a willingness to spend cash, usually 'oils the wheels' of my 'seduction machinery'.
I started to flirt innocently with Zainab. At least everyone seemed to think it was 'innocent'. It took effort not to pat, pinch or grab her butt, when she wore those jeans of hers. Even the thankful embraces, I got off her, whenever I bought her something she 'desperately' wanted, tempted me. How and why, she never noticed the 'hard-on' her embraces produced, beats me.
My interest in Zainab was naturally, causing a build up of sexual need inside me. The obvious target for releasing these needs was the maid Beena.
She looked like she was in her late teens or early twenties. Average height for a Pakistani girl, with a good body; Breasts just the size I liked; trim waist; wide hips and a firm butt.
She was from Multan, a city famous for dusky, hot women; that matched the hot climate. Soon after my first 'exposure' to her in my room, over a cup of tea, I made a few sneak passes at her, to test the water. Sex mad I might be, but I am no rapist.
Things began moving quite fast from then onwards. I managed to stroke, squeeze and pinch her butt a few times. Steal a kiss and a few hot embraces. These actions allowed me to feel her firm, ripe; mangos sized breasts, and slip a hand, down the front of her shalwars, between her legs to her choot (pussy) to feel her up. I discovered that she didn't wear panties, and that she had a shaved cunt.
Sniffing my fingers after my first exploration, I was pleased to smell a fragrant soapy scent, not the 'fishy' smell I had experienced with other maids, in my youth.
She always smelt of soap, washing-up liquid or detergent; my sex-partners usually came smelling of some sort of exotic perfume.
Despite my coaxing, she was not willing to risk coming to my room. In addition to being the maid, she also took care of the kids, so her free time was limited and hence my options.
A 'quickie', hard and fast, with her pressed up against the store room wall, late one afternoon, was my first, taste of her.
With my trousers unzipped and her shalwars tangled around her ankles, I humped her as she rested her head on my shoulder, panting and moaning in pleasure. My condom sheathed Lund (prick) pumped in and out of her; getting an eager, wet and hot reception from her willing fuck-hole. She may have been unmarried, but she was no virgin. Not that I expected her to be.
I had hoped to put such 'hurried desperation fucks' behind me when I left college. Alas home a week and my balls would accept no further delay; I had to fuck someone, no matter what.
Zainab was fucking my mind.
The pleasure of shooting my spunk into her, was not enough to satisfy me, for longer then it took to fill the condom reservoir at the tip. I wanted to feel a naked female body against mine. A few cash incentives, would make her forget her fears and co-operate, I was sure.
I was also decided to start making moves on Nadia. A lot of compliments and a several 'accidental' brush-ups in the kitchen and dinning room had certainly been well received.
She was even dressing to 'show-off' her 'assets' a bit more. I was impressed that she could fit into some of the shalwars Kamiz (Baggy trousers and long shirt) suits she had; they seemed to struggle at the seams, to keep her 40, 32, 36 Figure covered.
Nadia dressed in the latest mini Kamiz with over-pleated baggy shalwars, which were the current, hot fashion with the 'trendy' set. Personally, I hate these type of shalwars; reminds me of a baby in pampers, especially if (as was almost always the case) the crotch of the shalwars is visible Thankfully, Nadia's mini kamiz just stretched long enough to spare me that sight.
Faisel was clueless. Nadia certainly didn't tell him anything; and I made my plans to give my sister-in-law a good, hard screw, without any feelings of guilt. If I didn't nail her, someone else would. She certainly wasn't acting the loyal, pious wife around me. Who knew what she got up to when I and the family weren't around?
One morning as I was dressing in my room, I heard a knock at the door and Nadia ask "Fahad bhai, are you dressed?"
I said clearly "Sure Nadia, what's up?"
I had deliberately left my trousers half way down my thighs; as Nadia entered my room, I made sure that she got a good view, of my white bikini briefs and the bugling package in them, as I leisurely pulled my trousers up. Sexual thoughts of Beena had produced a semi hard-on which in this situation served to increase my bulge size considerably.
"Oh!" Nadia said with a start shutting her eyes quickly, but only after taking a good look at the lump in my bikini fronts, "I thought you were dressed" She explained..
"No problem Nadia" I said smiling wickedly "I won't tell if you don't"
She smiled, and then giggled, putting a hand to her mouth as she looked at me. There was a glint of mischief in her eyes. I had seen it before in other girls I had seduced.
"You are so naughty Fahad" She said sweetly "I bet you tease lots of girls".
"Tease...?" I said softly "that is only a small part of what I DO, to sexy girls like you Jaan (Darling)'.
My meaning was clear enough and she got it clearly enough too.
"Don't forget I am your sister-in-law" She said softly as I moved towards her and slowly pushed my bedroom door closed.
"I would never forget you Jaan, or who you are" I said slipping an arm around the small of her back and easing her towards me.
"No." She protested weakly, her voice betraying her insincerity even as she spoke "We mustn't".
"Mustn't do what?" I asked stoking her back gently while tightening my embrace.
"We mustn't do this?" I asked kissing her neck softly
"Or maybe you mean this?" I said teasingly nibbling on her right ear lobe.
"We mustn't....." She began before I silenced her with a soft full kiss on the mouth.
She responded. Her body pressing to mine as my hands stroked and embraced her body. Her arms went around my neck, as she soon accepted my kiss.
I kissed her passionately, my tongue seeking and finding hers. I eased her slowly around; still kissing and holding her until, I had her back towards the bed and slowly walked her backwards to it. As her legs touched the side of my bed, she seemed to gather her senses and pushed me away.
"No! NO!" She said releasing herself from my embrace "I am married to your brother".
"Bullshit!" I said softly "You are too good for him"
"He is still my husband and I am still his wife" She said her eyes telling me how much she wanted me.
"If you were not...? If I had met you before him...?" I asked, letting the questions sink in.....
"Oh you .....You're confusing me...it's not fair," She stumbled over the words, pushed her way past me, and left the room.
When I came out for my breakfast, I was told by my mother, that Nadia had taken off, without saying anything to anyone.
I ate my breakfast with a smile on my lips. I was not worried about Nadia telling anyone anything.
What I was though was hard and horny .....
I gave Beena a sly wink as she poured me more tea. My mother, reading the newspaper opposite me (across the dinning table), didn't notice my hand slide up the back of Beena's thighs, up under her kamiz to her firm butt. My fingers gave a buttock a slow hard squeeze; my fingers slipping the material of her shalwars between her buttocks. Beena gave a gasp, and shot my mother a worried look, before moving quickly away from me.
Later that morning; After much coaxing and foreplay, I had Beena bent over the sink in my bathroom, totally naked (finally), while I plunged and fucked my condom covered cock, into her choot from behind, with a great deal of pleasure and a lot of bent up energy. After 10 minutes of this enjoyable workout, I put the toilet seat down and sat on the pot; making Beena sit astride me; I told her to take hold of my man-meat, guide and sheath it in her fuck box, with her own sweet hands.
I was certain, that she had never done it this way before. After some sucking, on her dark brown full nipples; and butt slapping of her full brown ass; I got her to ride me; Making her bounce her ass until she soaked my cock in fuck-juice, and I came in her.
I heard my mother reprimanding Beena, a while later, for taking so long to clean my room, Mother obviously had no idea that Beena had been, 'emptying' more then the wastepaper bin, in my room.
I spent the afternoon phoning friends and making plans to get together. Some of my friends were women and some of them had shared 'intimate' moments with me.
Everyone it seemed was now married, although one guy was divorced and sounded bitter. Then there were simply those in the 'lost contact' bracket. As expected, it was easier to arrange hang outs with male friends. The females either couldn't or wouldn't, but what the heck.
I was taking a nap when Nadia came home, and didn't see her until dinner time. She was quiet, but not cold, and obviously was confused and unsure about how to handle the situation with me.
I smiled and winked at her, intending to add to her confusion. Everyone as usual was too busy to notice.
Later that night, with the area suffering another power cut, I stood on the balcony outside the upstairs T.V. lounge, thinking about what I had planned for Beena later that night. I had fixed a time, when I would expect her to come to my room for some further fucking.
I heard the mosquito-netting door slide open and turned to see Nadia standing there in the doorway. She closed the netting door and took a few steps towards the railing where I sat casually, one foot off the ground.
She stood silently for a few minutes. While I was straining to catch the sound of anyone nearby or approaching, as she stood moving her weight, from one foot to the other. She was fidgeting with her wrist watch.
"Fahad" She said finally and so softly, I could barely hear her.
I leaned forward turning my ear to her and asked "Yes Jaan".
"Fahad" She whispered "Do you really like me or am I just another girl to you?"
I smiled at her naivety... which in the dark; with no moon; she probably couldn't see.
"Jaan (darling) You could never be 'just-another-girl' to me" I lied.
I reached out my hand and gently touched her hand, squeezing it gently.
She put a hand on mine and squeezed it gently.
I had her.
It was only a matter of 'when and where' to take her adulterous ass.