Collateral

I had the hot for Saeeda, a friend of my wife. She had a great personality; she was funny and also very intelligent. On top of all that, she had a body that screamed for sex, full and luscious.

My wife didn’t know it, but I really liked Saeeda. Saeeda was the mother of three teenaged children.

At 38 years of age with three kids, Saeeda was still an attractive woman. Her large breasts had not yet started to sag, and her wide hips were not unattractively wide or flabby.

On the contrary, she had the looks and body of a woman in her late 20’s at the most. She never worked out, but kept herself fit. Fit enough to still have a figure that men turned their heads to admire. Saeeda was an extremely pretty woman blessed with the typical beauty synonymous with women in India. Her stunningly beautiful face always sported a charming smile, while her large eyes glowed with appeal.

She was absolutely gorgeous. I always stole a peek at Saeeda’s enticing fruits whenever I got the chance. She’d a curvaceous hourglass figure. Her figure had curves in all the right places; Saeeda was 5’6″ with a slim build and a lovely pear-shaped ass that was full and firm, but her greatest assets by far were her breasts. She really had the type of breasts that most any men just can’t keep their eyes off of.

They were big- almost too big for her slight frame- and had a fantastic shape. They hung heavily, but stood out proudly and came to a beautiful upturned point.

I’d set my eyes on her for quite some time. She knew that; observed my eyes straying to her body several times whenever we happened to see each other. We did exchange a few glances, but she wasn’t going any further. We exchanged small talk, but the entire time I was wondering what prompted the pretty woman to give me a call out of the blue. In fact, at first I asked if she wanted to speak with my wife, only to be told that, no, I was the person she wanted to speak with.

“Shailu, may I meet you today if you are free? I want to talk, uh, privately. I need your help.”

“Of course! Why not? Any time you want, any place you want.”

“When should I come over?”

“Any time is fine with me. I have plenty of time.”

” Ok! I’ll be over in a half an hour.”

I was more than a little nervous when she rang the front door bell at exactly ten o’clock. When I opened the door my jaw dropped in shock. Saeeda always dressed conservatively. She was wearing blue qameez and shilwar and the qameez she wore fit her like a glove. The qameez had a large neck. The qameez and bra seemed to be a couple of sizes too small. She looked gorgeous with a blue dress that showed ample cleavage and accentuated all her other curves. Her generously proportioned breasts were not only bulging out of the neck but were also trying to spill out from the gaps.

“Good Morning, Shailu!” she said, “How are you?”

“I’m great, and yourself?” I asked.

“I’m very well.” She looked at me right in the eyes intensely, and my heart almost skipped a beat. I escorted her to the living room and sat down on the sofa. When both of them had settled, I surprised her when I gave her the cup of tea I’d made before her arrival.

We sipped our tea and talked, and finally I managed to say, ” You look very nice today.” I was undressing her with my eyes.

She replied shyly, blushing deeply, “Thank You.”

I asked her what she was going talk to me about.

She smiled shyly, showing her pearly white teeth and answered, “Yes! I want to talk to you, but don’t know how to start.”

“Feel free and be comfortable. Tell me what you want to say,” I replied

Saeeda held her legs together and constantly tried to pull her dress lower to cover her thighs, keeping her legs pressed together. Her lips parted while she searched for a little time and for what and how to say then she began to speak.

“OK, I have to ask you for a favor. But Let me tell you from the start. Two years ago, when my brother was going to go abroad, he needed one hundred thousand rupees (equal to 1800 US $), so he asked me. I tried to ask my husband for it, but he refused, so I mortgaged some of my jewelry. I pay interest for it but now I can’t arrange to pay the interest, and the person with whom I have mortgaged the jewelry warned me that if I didn’t pay his money he would for close on it, and now my husband is asking about the jeweler,” Saeeda told me all this without taking a breath. I would have bet that her lovely eyes were bright with tears.

“Oh! I see. What can I do for you?”

“I want you to lend me the money. I promise to repay it within few month and we must keep it secret between you and me. Even your wife cannot know.”

Keeping my face slightly serious, filled with concern, “But Saeeda That is quite a bit of money. I doubt if you could ever pay it off, how I can arrange it for you with out your husband or my wife finding out?”

“You are my final hope. I don’t know where else to turn. I’m going to lose my family. I can return at least 5,000 every month to you,”

“That means you will pay me back in nearly two years, young lady. That is a very long time, are you sure you can pay me 5000 every month?” I argued.

“I’m begging you to agree.” Saeeda said in throaty voice.

We discussed her situation for about 20 more minutes.

“Don’t worry Saeeda, This is nothing. I would do anything for you,” I promised brashly.

“Oh Shailu!” Saeeda exclaimed at once. “I knew you would do it for me.”

“But Saeeda, I needed some collateral, because it is a such a large amount.”

“I am ready to do anything to get out of this trouble.” She tried to hold her gaze but couldn’t. Her eyes dropped to the floor.

Her reply aroused evil thoughts in my mind. I thought that it was the perfect opportunity for me to exploit her weakness.

I said, “Well Saeeda, You’re an asset!”

She looked at me quizzically.

“I can arrange this amount for you privately without any one knowing it. But you have to do something for me.”

She was elated to hear my reply, and she asked, “What can I do for you Shailu?”

Her body seemed to be calling to me and I would answer the call. Moving my hands round her shoulders I said, “Well Saeeda I just want to experience . . . You. If you will oblige me?”

Hearing me say this, Saeeda went pasty white. She looked paralyzed. She could not breathe, and she certainly could not turn around to look at me. She stared at her hands, wringing them together in the soft glow of her dupatta, while minutes passed, but then she nodded

“Yes,” she said softly, “I know that’s what you want. You want me to sleep with you, I didn’t think that you have in mind this, but it is impossible Shailu. How can you even think of such a thing? Although I am in need of money, that does not mean I will sacrifice my purity for it. I thought you were not that type of man, but I guess all men are the same. You see a woman alone and you can’t wait to try and get her to bed. You can forget it. I prefer to remain in debt.”

I didn’t lose my nerve, but replied, “Well, Saeeda, the choice is yours. You are in need of money and I can give you that. All I want is a few hours with you on the same bed where your friend lies with me. No one will ever know about it, and your problem will also be solved. It would not be wise on your part to reject my offer. It’s just this once. You sleep with me this once, but so what? After it’s over, then we can carry on with our lives, and we’ll never repeat it unless you ask for it again.”

“I couldn’t do this,” she looked at me with disbelief and said shyly. “I’m not a whore.”

“Saeeda! I know you have also wanted me for years. I’ve read your eyes.”

“yes that true but I am afraid that this will not spoil our family ties. There’s no way I will have to lie with you, Shailu. I promise to pay back the loan.”

Quickly I pulled her to myself, raised her chin a bit, bent my mouth to hers and placed a kiss on her lips.

“Please don’t,” she appealed. “Don’t worry Saeeda, we are friends and will remain to be friends. Neither would I tell my wife about this nor do you have to tell your husband about it. I know your husband loves you, and I also know that you want me to make love to you,” I said lightly tracing circles across her blouse. .”

“I am afraid, I have never done it with any other man besides my husband,” she stammered and looked at me like a frighten deer, then laid her head against my shoulder.

“Me neither,” I lied, ” but let us make this morning a memorable one. I’m in love with you and I want to make love to you!”

Saeeda blushed and snuggled closer to me as her hands hesitantly reached around me, tightening the embrace. I felt her cushy breasts pressing against my chest.

Tears now filled her eyes, as she pleaded, “No we can’t do this, stop please.”

“Listen Saeeda we have come too far to stop now. You are mine, you know.”

I suddenly gripped Saeeda’s face in my hand and turned it further to face me. Saeeda turned her body and as she faced me she looked straight into my eyes.

“You are gorgeous Saeeda,” I said as she faced me. I lifted my finger and started to circle her pouting lips. Saeeda shied away and bowed her face down.

I brought my hand under her chin lifted her face and said, “Let me have a look at you.”

“Why, have you not seen me earlier,” she asked?

“I have, but holding you and seeing you from a closer range, you appear more gorgeous,” I said as my eyes dipped down from her face to her bosom. Saeeda blushed at my words.

“You have a great figure, you know how beautiful I think you are” I said in a husky voice as my eyes were glued on her heaving chest.

She smiled and replied, “I know. I see you looking at me. But your wife is more stunning than me.”

“No, her body is not to my liking.” I said.

“Why don’t you like her figures?” she asked

“I love to fondle curvaceous body, as you possess,” I said as my hand pulled the dupata from her chest exposing her qameez covering her swollen breasts.

It was now or never. I leaned in and smiled, kissing her on her cheek, I thought she would pull back, but she didn’t. “Saeeda… Saeeda, Saeeda,” I breathed into her ear, “You are prettier than any girl could ever wish to be. I swear you are so hot. I want you, I need you.” Saeeda didn’t say a word but only let out a sigh. She almost seemed in shock, but she also didn’t push me away. My eyes immediately fell to her chest. She was breathing heavily. Things were clearly coming in my hands.

I raised her chin with my index finger, and staring into her lusty black eyes, I planted a soft kiss on her full ruby lips; she didn’t try to avoid the kiss. Her lips were soft, warm and moist. She opened her mouth and our tongues locked together for the first time. It was one of the fieriest kisses I had ever experienced. She kept her eyes closed the entire kiss as my blood surged in my veins and roared in my ears. We kept exchanging a few glances and some smiles for a while, letting our breathing slow down a bit.

My left arm moved around her shoulders, my right hand to her face, my fingertips lightly brushing her skin. She was a fantastic kisser. Her lips parted slightly and I ran my tongue softly across her lips as her tongue greeted mine. I felt her hand on my thigh, rubbing, and her other hand ran through my hair. We kissed for a long time and it got to the point where we either had to move forward or stop right here.

I opted to move forward and ran my right hand down her face, down her neck, moving lower to her chest, and I was alert for the slightest indication that she’d stop me. There was no such signal; my hand found her breast and it was full and firm, and I could feel her nipple poking through her bra. In response, her hand moved higher up my thigh. I noted that with every passing minute she was becoming more and more eager in participating.

“What are you doing? We can’t do this,” she whispered timidly as I kissed and nuzzled my way down her neck.

Ignoring her question, I closed my eyes in rapture and she responded more than I expected. Soon I realized that her tongue had popped out to intrude inside my mouth. Saeeda began breathing hard and faster. We continued to kiss, joined at the lips, while we sparred with our tongues in each other’s mouth.

I grasped her soft ass, and pulling her closer to me, grinding my hardening cock against her soft belly and caressing her bottom. She had the smoothest, softest ass. The soft flesh of her ass gave me a thrill as I could tell that she was wearing nothing under shilwar. I unzipped her qameez at the back, put my hand inside and around to the front. I began to fondle the right and then her left breast. Saeeda protested little but couldn’t stop me.

I told her how long I had been in love with her, and she said she knew all along.

I held her body against mines, her hot breath on my cheek, her hands kneading my back, and then sliding it downward over my buttocks. She put her arms around me, hugging me to her ample breasts. “You’re nice man, you’re not bad. I can feel it.” Then Saeeda brought her mouth close to my ear and said with a lustful moan as she erotically whispered into my ear. “i’ve wanted you for so long,” she whispered. “And now we have each other,” I said pressing my lips to her softer ones. “Ok! It’s All right. I am ready to sleep with you. Shailu, Take whatever you want but it must remain secret all through our lives.”

I sat upright, lifted Saeeda up and seated her on my lap, facing her and with her knees bent at my sides. I kissed her deeply and by now she had begun to respond warmly. My kisses were impassioned, deep and appeared to help dissolve any second thoughts she was having about the encounter.

I told her, “Saeeda, Now, stop looking sad, I want to tell you that I don’t want to exploit you and I’m giving you what you need. You could change your mind if you like.” I also reminded her,

“This is a consensual thing between two adults. Nothing forced. No unusual expectations from each other. Saeeda, you don’t have to do this if you don’t want to,” I told her, still unsure whether she was doing it just to hike up the money that I was going to pay. “I will pay you without it my dear,” I told her.

She looked about and replied in a low voice, “I understand, and I’m not doing it for money.”

We did not waste time as I took her by the hand and led her to my bedroom. No sooner had we shut the door of the bedroom behind our backs than I had pulled Saeeda to me, spinning her on her heels as she crashed into me. Once Saeeda was in my arms, I pressed hot kisses on her lovely lips and allowed my hand to run riot all over her womanly perfection.

I held her tight with one hand around her waist as I raised her face to me with the other, seeking her luscious lips. I kissed her on the lips and then sucked them into my mouth as I disengaged my hand from her face to rest it on her buttocks. In a completely involuntary act, my hands slowly ran over Saeeda’s qameez covered breasts. A low, barely audible moan escaped Saeeda’s lips and her eyes half closed. I pounced on her with both hands and cupped her breasts.

After some time my hands moved to the knot of her shilwar at her belly. She had to move her body from me to make room for my hands. When I’d fumbled with the knot of the drawstring of the shilwar, she’d obligingly reached under and undone the knot for me. I’d then pulled her shilwar off of her hips and down her legs.

She slowly pulled the qameez over her head; She let it drop to the floor revealing her bra-covered breast to me. She now stood before me in her lacy blue bra. Saeeda ‘s bra barely covered her nipples and her massive tits were bulging out of the top. Her corset led to her tiny waist, showing off her wide hips and her perfect, hourglass figure.

“Very nice,” I said, my gaze traveling her body. I could see her clean shaved pussy between her milky thighs. She sighed and reached behind her to unclasp her bra. Saeeda lifted her hands allowing me to discard her bra and when I removed it and my eyes devoured the mounds of her breasts enormous, firm breasts with medium size pink nipples jutting out of her bra. She let it fall slowly down her arms and join her qameez on the floor; I had fantasized about those perfect tits. She was so beautiful, perfect in every way. I watch her for a long time, savoring the curve of her hips, the small indentation of her belly button, the taught lines of her stomach.

They were everything I imagined them to be. Her breasts were Beautiful, full breasts. They were ripe melons of white-and-pink tit flesh, tipped with brownish erect nipples set in large wide flaring areola and half inch long nipples.

“Is this what you’ve been waiting to see?” asked Saeeda, doing a little shimmy.

” What a beautiful body you have; you look so sensuous, and your beautiful breasts are so inviting! Your nipples are so sexy.” I said admiringly as I gently tweaked them. “I wish my wife had such beautiful breasts.’

“Don’t you think they are a little over sized?” she asked.

“No these are perfect I like them too much, I love them,” I said.

“I know I have heavy, But I also know many men prefer smaller ones,” Saeeda smiled at me and replied.

“I like heavy like yours and I have been eyeing yours since ages,” I replied.

I moved my focus upward to her breasts. Soon both my hands were cupping her soft mounds, kneading them, squeezing them, stroking the nipples with my fingers. I held both of her breasts and brought them to my nose and, with my eyes holding hers, I took a deep inhale of them.

“I can’t believe how they stand up, almost like pencil erasers. I wish my wife had tits like yours. I always wanted to bury my head between these.” I had each of her breasts in my hands. Her clothes lay scattered all over the floor.

“Who will stop you? Bury your head on my chest.” Her eyes were shining with lust. I carried her naked to my bed, and we fell down on top of it. She looked so sexy lying there that I quickly placed my head on her chest and put my mouth to her breasts. Eventually I started licking and sucking on her nipples to further excite her. She moaned and writhed as she grabbed my head and pressed it tighter to her breasts.

“Oh Shailu,” she hissed as she inhaled deeply. Her hands ruffled my hair as she tossed her head back in ecstasy.

I was soon lashing my tongue frantically against her breasts. While Saeeda held me on a tight leash I went about licking all around her breasts, trailing through her curves with my tongue. Saeeda squirmed, feeling my tongue teasing her breasts, Saeeda’s body was trembling with carnal lust while I kept sucking.

Saeeda slowly sank to her knees. Her fingers suddenly started to undress me as our lust became mutual. She opened my shilwar and pulled it to my ankles. My cock sprang free and bounced before her face. Her eyes widened at the sight of my cock. She was quick to grab my erect penis. The sight of her wrists full of bangles, and her finger with her wedding ring busy caressing my cock was exciting to me.

Needless to say my excitement could not be measured except in the size of my now very hard penis, which Saeeda was furtively touching with feather light fingertips. She was measuring it too. The way she was trembling, I knew that what she had found was exciting her too.

She lay on her back on my bed and told me that I would have to enter her slowly; otherwise my fat dick would kill her! She licked her pretty, glossy, cherry red lips while looking at my thick fat cock.

“i’ve been waiting from years to hear you say that.”

I took in the sight of the beautiful woman that Saeeda was, now fully aroused and awaiting my pleasure, wantonly exposing her naked body to my gaze. I felt proud and lucky.

I wasted no time and knelt down and kissed her feet, then the inside of her legs, slowly making my way up to her pussy. Finally I got there; her beautiful, pink pussy. I started to lick at it. She moaned as I did so. It felt so lovely: soft and natural. I caressed it all over with my tongue, all the while stroking the insides of her legs and thighs. Saeeda began to moan louder and grabbed at the back of my head. My tongue was now buried deep inside her.

As she neared climax, she wrapped her legs around me, clamping my head right against her pussy. I licked and licked, and then suddenly her body went tense, and the orgasm came to her in waves. She relaxed her legs. As I stood up, I said with lust, “Saeeda! Your beautiful pussy tastes so delicious!”

She looked at me through misty eyes and said, “does it now, please.”

My cock was hard. I was ready to fuck her as hard as I could. “Ok! But tell me first are you protected?” I asked her and she shyly conformed it. I kissed her neck and mouth hungrily, forcing her legs apart with my hands. She complied, allowing me to nestle my hard cock against her warm, wet clit. I brought my hard cock to her opening. She was warm, wet, and ready.

A gentle nudge was all that was needed for my cock to spread her well-lubricated petals apart and enter her hot pussy. I’d worked my hands under her body and grabbed her shoulders so she wouldn’t slip out from under me. She parted her legs, but I knelt between them, grabbed them and pushed them into her chest, leaving her pussy wide open. I rubbed my cock up and down her slit. She drew in her breath sharply. Suddenly, without warning, I plunged my swollen cock into her and I gasped as her hot, wet, pussy tightened around it. I shoved my cock deep into her. Saeeda reared up, crying out from the sharp sensations as my cock suddenly invaded her pussy. I think I was so hard and fat that it was hurting her.

“Oh! It is too huge,” she cried, slapping my chest with weak arms. “Please do it slowly, you’re too big for me.”

“All right,” I gasped, and started pulling out. As my cock was almost out of her I rammed it back in. She cried out.

I pressed my body down on hers. She tried to twist and roll away, but I was too strong for her. Now I wanted to conquer her pussy and make her mine. I started kissing her mouth, grinding my shaved pubes against her clit. I did not move, letting her adjust to my size and thickness. I’d lowered my head and shoulders until my face was inches away from hers and she was almost completely doubled over, with her thighs pressing onto her breasts. She was still saying my name when I entered her. Her slit opened for me and she received me. I was inside Saeeda’s pussy, Slowly her body relaxed and a smile danced across her face.

“Yes, now fuck me as you like. I’m ready,” she said.

I began to enter her with the full length of my shaft. Her pussy was soft like velvet, wet and clingy — tight, so very tight almost as though she were sucking on me. I’ll just say that it was nice, and moist, and warm. I slid into her as far as I could go. Slowly, I began to slide in and out of her and at first my strokes were small and gentle. I was afraid if I went too fast I might hurt her again.

She was wet and yielding, and before I stroked her more than two or three times, she began to cry.

“You’re so big,” she moaned.

“And you’re so tight!” I said.

“You like it?” she asked.

I replied, ” Oh Saeeda, that’s so nice. I fantasized and dreamed about being with you this way for so long, and this was even better than I could have imagined.”

As I was kissing and sucking her nipples, her necklace got in the way. I pushed it slightly up, to which Saeeda smiled and asked, “How does it feel to fuck someone else’s wife?” I replied, “Just great, Saeeda. Especially one as sexy as you.” I was about to come but didn’t want it to end. So I slowed down, gave myself a bit of a rest, her as well, then started the process again, the build-up, the thrashing around. Do mail me if u like rest in second part. [email protected].