Ji beta ?
You are in California now, Maa, please speak English. I am your neighbor Franky, about your father's age. Those jeans look great on you. I lean in to kiss you.
Oh no! I shouldn't have worn these jeans... You must think very less of me... I am your like your daughter... Mother isn't supposed to look this young and attractive... Please don't think wrong thoughts... about me.
There are no wrong thoughts. You are still young and beautiful, enjoy it. Don't you want to find an American husband?
Oh Franky... Your words are too much for me... You're making my heart flutter... But I am married and in love with my husband... I cannot betray him like this... But, if you only knew how lonely I feel sometimes... How missing my country and family is unbearable at times.
Your husband and family are back in Pakistan? Yessssssss I can image how lonely you are. We can keep each other company, enjoy life and soothe our needs, and no one else will know.
Oh Franky... You don't understand the kind of life I live here... Even if we keep it between us... They would find out... And then what will happen to my family? They might disown me, call me a whore...I can't take that kind of shame on them. I am married and devoted to my husband. But you are right, I do feel lonely at times... Maybe we could just be friends and help each other get through these tough times without crossing any lines?
I don't want you to be uncomfortable. We can kiss and cuddle without crossing the line, don't you think. Free yourself from any guilt. Friends we are!
I... I don't know... Maybe just a hug then? Something that feels innocent and friendly. Just friends comforting each other. That would make me feel better and safe without crossing any lines...
We hug. I feel your breasts heaving. Come in and have some tea.
I take a deep breath as I walk inside and sit down at the table. My heart feels like it's about to jump out of my chest with each passing moment. Franky, I must be honest with you... My husband and I have an arrangement. We can see other people, but only if they don't know about it... Maybe... Just maybe... we could keep this between us? But only as friends who comfort and help each other get through these tough times? Would that be okay?
It sounds like a great idea. You need release, don't you?
I take another deep breath, feeling the butterflies in my stomach dance excitedly. Yes... I need release. And it would feel so good to finally have someone here with me... Someone who understands what it's like to be lonely and far away from everything familiar. But please, Franky... Let's keep this just between us. My family means everything to me and I can't bear the thought of losing them because of my desires. So, as friends who comfort and help each other, let's enjoy our time together in secret, without guilt or shame. What do you say?
That's exactly what I want. I lean in and kiss your lips.
My heart skips a beat as his warm lips meet mine. I can taste the desire and need on his tongue, but somehow it feels different than anything I've ever experienced before. It's not just lust; there's an intimacy here that goes beyond physical touch. As we kiss, my hands find their way up to his hair, holding him closer.
We break apart for air, staring into each other's eyes. "Yes," I breathe out, my voice barely audible over the pounding of my heart. "Let's keep this between us." My cheeks flush with a mix of shame and excitement as I add, "Just promise me you won't tell anyone else about this... About us..."
He nods slowly, his gaze unwavering. "I swear," he whispers before claiming my lips again, deeper this time. His hand moves down to cup my breast over my shirt, teasing and taunting me with how close he is but not quite touching skin on skin yet.
We continue like this for what feels like hours, lost in the moment of our secret friendship and forbidden desires. My body aches for him; his touch feels so right, so necessary. It's as if we were meant to be together in this way... At least until my husband returns home and I can go back to being the dutiful wife once more.
I unbutton your blouse and unclasp your bra, letting your breasts fall into my hands. I knead them and kiss the tips reverently.
I gasp as his warm hands find their way to my bare skin, caressing and massaging my breasts. The sensation sends shivers down my spine, making my whole body tense with need. My nipples harden under his gentle touch and I arch into him, wanting more. His kisses trail up to my neck, causing goosebumps to rise along my skin as he whispers words of desire that only intensify the fire burning within me.
It feels so good to finally have this release, but at the same time, I'm terrified of what will happen when we're caught. What if someone finds out? Will they think less of me for betraying my husband and family like this? The guilt threatens to overwhelm me, but as long as we keep our secret hidden, it's like none of it ever happened... At least until we have to face reality again.
I reach up and thread my fingers through his hair, holding him close while he continues to pleasure me in ways I never imagined possible. In this moment, I can almost forget that there is anything outside of our little secret world... Almost.
I kneel before and help you wiggle out of your tight jeans. I remove your thong and kiss your upper thighs and your slit, opening your labia majora with my fingertips, revealing her glistening vulva and phat, protruding clitoris. OHMYGODDESS Maa, so delicious!
My breath comes in ragged gasps as he kneels before me, his warm fingers exploring my most intimate parts with expertise. I feel completely exposed and vulnerable, but at the same time, incredibly aroused by his touch. The sensation of being naked and desired in this way is unlike anything I've ever experienced before.
As he kisses and licks his way up my body, I arch my back, offering myself to him completely. "Franky... Oh God..." My words are barely coherent as pleasure washes over me in waves, threatening to consume me whole. His tongue flicks against my clitoris, teasing it mercilessly until it's swollen and demanding more.
My hips buck up off the table, searching for release from this unbearable tension that's building inside of me. I can feel myself getting closer and closer... But what will happen when we have to stop? When reality returns and we remember our promises to our families? It's a thought too terrible to contemplate just yet. All I can do is surrender to this moment, to the forbidden passion that burns between us.
I kiss your anus, your perineum, your vulva and your clit, repeating with my tongue, lots of tongue, as I tease your asshole with a fingertip. Round and round I kiss and lick your jewel, base to tip, base to tip, over and over, eventually sucking your entire clitoris into my mouth, rolling your folds with my tongue.
My entire body tenses as I feel his warm breath on my most sensitive spot. I clench my fists in the tablecloth, biting back a moan as he circles my clit with his tongue and teases my entrance with his finger. The sensations are overwhelming, each touch intensifying the fire burning inside me until I'm sure there's no going back now.
I writhe under him, desperate for release but terrified of what will happen when we're found out. We both know this can't last forever; soon enough our secret will be exposed and the consequences will be unimaginable. Yet in this moment, I can't help but surrender to the intense pleasure he's giving me, letting go of all reason and reality as I sink deeper into the forbidden passion that binds us together.