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As I stepped down the stairs, shutting the door behind me, I heard the sounds of Aisha moving around in the kitchen. I stepped forward and moved across to the sink. We didn’t speak. The sound of the radio playing at the lowest volume was the only one in the otherwise quiet house. “What?” I asked, knowing that someone needed to say something. “Nothing.” she answered, leaning against the fridge. “Just wondering when you’re going to tell me ‘We shouldn’t be here.'” I grinned, leaning back against the sink. “Will it do any good?” I asked, raising an eyebrow. She returned the smile, shaking her head. “No – I really don’t think so.” Reaching over she switched on the kettle. “i’ll make coffee. Do you want some?” I nodded my head. After a couple of minutes, during which not a single word was whispered, the kettle whistled and she turned to make the coffee. She handed me the drink, then curled herself in the armchair. I leaned back, nursing my own hot cup. “Can I know what you are thinking?” I asked as I blew on the drink, taking a hesitant sip. She started to shake her head and then paused, her eyes lighting up. In the background, the radio DJ announced a new song. “Can I ask you something?” she asked me, her voice soft. “Yes.” I answered. “Do you find me attractive me?” she asked. I nodded gently. “Yes.” I replied. “Very much so.” She smiled, her expression sending bursts of warmth through me. “I just want you to know,” she started, “that I want you – the fact that you are my husband’s own dad doesn’t and can’t change that.” She nodded once. “Good night.” she murmured then, turning and leaving. I tried to smile, but it was difficult. “I… I’m sorry.” I said, stopping her. She remained silent, still watching me. I’m surprised at how beautiful she looked. I struggled for the words that will explain what I’m feeling, and why… But they did not come. “I’m an idiot.” I managed to say, in complete desperation. She smiled, slowly. “No, you aren’t,” she said. I insisted. “Yes – yes I am.

I had the world’s most beautiful woman in my life, someone I wanted very much, and I let her be married to my son. I’m an idiot.” Her smiled increased as she stood away from me. Hesitantly I took a step towards her, grateful when she didn’t back away. “I’m sorry, Aisha.” I murmured quietly. She nodded and looked away. “It’s ok. Really.” After a moment I turned, moving over to where she was. I’m doing the right thing, my conscience reminded me. I took that last step towards her, pulling her into a hug. “Abhi loves you.” She shook her head. “Abhi loves the idea of being in love with me.” “It’s not fair you know,” I whispered after a long pause. Her breathing quickened, and her voice almost squeaked when she answered. “What’s not fair?” He doesn’t deserve you, he never did.” I watched her and I could see the surprise in her eyes. I felt awful talking about my son that way, but it was the truth. I had to send her to him. She had to- “Aisha, I think you need to go now,” I whispered. “I can’t-” I couldn’t be responsible for what might happen if she stayed another minute. “Not tonight, Amit. I’m not going anywhere tonight.” Her arms slipped around me and pulled me even closer and her warmth was like a healing balm. I sighed against her mouth and gave myself over to the feelings that I’d been missing for so long, maybe forever. “What?” she asked, pulling only slightly away. “It’s just … So right.” “I feel the same way.””Thank,” I sighed. I needed to touch her so badly. I needed my hands on her body and I was afraid to ask. I opened my mouth to speak, but closed it just as quickly. What?” she asked. “I- I just -” “Just tell me.” She smiled tenderly into my eyes. Tentatively I reached my fingers out to touch her face. I touched her cheek and followed her hairline from one side to the other before slipping my fingertips

Into the soft curls on her neck. I wrapped a tiny curl around my fingertip, gratified when Aisha closed her eyes and sighed.”I need you,” she said shyly. I skimmed my hand down her side, resting my hand on her rib cage, my thumb just beneath her breast. I sighed and searching her face. “I need to know something.” “Anything, Amit. You know you can ask me anything.” “Do you love him? I mean, do you really love him?” My heart beat wildly in the awkward silence as I waited for her to speak.”No. I never have.” “Then why -“”Because of you … you are the reason why.””That’s not enough any more,” he whispered. “I don’t want to be your father-in-law””But…?” She was confused.”Because,” I smiled, “your father-in-law can’t do this.” Gently I kissed her, just at the corner of her mouth. “Or this,” I brushed my lips over hers.”Amit -” She sighed and tried to pull me closer.”Fathers-in- law don’t lie awake at night wondering what it would be like to make love with their son’s wife…””You do?” She pulled back so that I could see her face.”I do,” I nodded, blushing.She smiled back as I rubbed my thumb along her lower lip. “What else don’t fathers-in-law do?” she asked quietly.”They don’t imagine covering their son’s wife naked body with kisses… I’m so sorry.”

It was all I could say and it would never be enough. “I wanted you so bad, I wanted to show you what love was really like, what it could feel to be with the right man.””Show me, Amit.””That’s not right.””Yes, it is. I’d never wanted anything more than I want this. Amit, make love with me.”She shifted against me. Her arm rested on my chest. Absently tracing patterns on her back, I closed my eyes. As my fingers hovered in the small of her back, however, a shiver ran through her and I smiled. Without opening my eyes, I repeated the caress, my smile widening when her body reacted once again.”What are you doing?” she asked softly, the question slightly muffled.”Nothing,” I said.She’s smiling again, I could tell. Slowly, her hand began to move on my chest. I shifted slightly under her touch, acknowledging that she can play this game just as well as I.If it’s a seduction then it’s a slow, sweet and languid one – neither of us rushing in any way whatsoever. But gradually it intensified, the sensations rising. Taking the initiative, her hand left my chest, moving lower as she caressed my abdomen. Her fingers paused there, and I shuddered.”Sorry.” she whispered under her breath and I smiled, releasing my breath. How did she do that? I wondered briefly. Know what I’m thinking time and time again?Lower and lower her hand stroked, moving from my sides to my stomach again and again, always teasing. Witch, I think affectionately, only for my breathing to alter as I felt her fingers darting along the waistband of my boxers. Her smile widened, lips caressing my chest as she let her palm slide over the silk material, her hand cupping me. I couldn’t resist a sharp gasp at the contact as her hand caressed me, the silk sliding under her fingers. Letting my hand move in a long sweep from her neck to her ass, I pressed her against my hip before letting my hand trail upwards once more, this time slipping my hand under the material of her clothes, caressing the naked skin. She sighed ever so softly, her tongue colliding with my skin as she licked her lips. The accidental caress affects me much more than I cared to admit. Her eyes were open, staring at me, and I smiled down at her. A split-second later, she matched the expression, giving me one of those wide, almost blinding smiles that i’ve come to treasure. Sometimes I thought the only reason I cracked jokes at all is so I can be on the receiving end of a Aisha-smile. Lightly, I let my hand

Move, once again drawing aimless patterns on her skin as my hand slowly moved upwards, fingers dancing as they reached her breasts. Cupping one, and then the other, I imagine what they looked like, touch taking the place of that over-used sense for the time being. With my thumb, I brush feather-light patterns across the already stiff nipples, teasing her as she had done to me. Her breathing quickens slightly as I caress her, her eyelids dropping slightly to present me with a hooded gaze, a mesmerizing effect. Her hand moves then, reaching to resume her previous actions and my breathing follows the same speed as hers as her fingers slip under the material, her warm palm meeting my flesh. Bending over slightly, I remove my hand from under her top, instead pushing the material aside as I lower my lips to her skin, tasting the unique flavor of her flesh. Greedily, my mouth moves across her skin before settling on her breast, my tongue flicking across the rock-hard tip. She gasps at the caress, her body arching slightly, and I smile against her body, soon transferring my attention to her other breast. After what seems like only a few seconds of me tasting her skin, her form twisting against me, Aisha pulls me to the floor. Lying on my back, I watch slightly surprised, as she straddles my legs, deliberately grinding her hips down to mine. Instinctively and without control, I return the action, both of us breathing heavily with the contact. My hands move to her hips, tightening around her waist as she sits there and after a moment she smiles at me again. I mimic it easily, raising one hand to cup her cheek. She rubs against my palm for a brief moment before shifting, fingers reaching for and removing her nightie. Before I can even think to move, let alone appreciate the beauty of her naked body above me, she leans forward, lowering her torso as her lips meet with my neck.

Nibbling softly on the sensitive skin, she licks and strokes her way down to my chest, her tongue darting out to suckle briefly on my nipples. I shudder slightly at the contact, my hands still gripping her waist. Sliding down to the centre of my chest, she draws her tongue down the thin brown hairs to my navel, her hands gripping the edge of my boxers as she lowers them out of the way. Raising her head she stares at me, that mischievous smile returning to her lips and I find myself holding my breath as her feet remove the boxers from my legs. My hands rise to her shoulders as she slips further down my body, before lowering her lips to my abdomen once again. She soon lets them traverse to the side of my groin and I just know that that mischievous, wicked smile of hers is in place as she nuzzles my thighs, depositing playful licks along the way. Unable to keep silent now, I gasp uncontrollably, unsure as to how much more I can take. Regardless of the effect this torture is having on me, she continues to tease, heated flicks of her tongue caressing my inner thighs. “Aisha… Please…” I groan under my breath. She takes pity on me then, her mouth settling over my cock and I almost lose control then and there; the sensation of her hot wet mouth surrounding me, her tongue rolling around and over me. Sucking slightly, she brings me to full arousal, her fingers moving to stroke me. Thought has all but vanished completely, ecstasy taking it’s place, but a small part of my mind is still working and with a groan reverberating in my throat I reach down, reluctantly pulling her away and up my body, rolling to the side. Her arms wind around my neck without protest, my fingers sweeping down her sides to remove her underwear. As they trail back up her legs, dancing along her thighs, her legs part and I let my fingers

Seek the heat I know is there. She’s already wet, her juices flowing over my fingers as I stroke her. Gently, but insistently, I caress her, searching for her clit. As I find it, she gasps, shuddering beneath me, her nails painlessly digging into my shoulder blades.”Oh…” she gasps. I slowly remove my fingers. Carefully positioning myself, my arms against the floor beside her head, I slowly push into her – moving until I can feel myself brushing against her pubic hair. She moans, low and deep beneath me, her legs rising to wrap around my waist, her ankles locking. Mimicking the sound, my forehead drops slightly, resting against hers as we pant, accustoming ourselves to this change. “You okay?” I ask with what little oxygen left in my lungs, almost dying from the silky feel of her body clenching around mine. She nods slightly, her eyes wide as she stares at me. “Don’t stop,” she answers breathlessly before letting a smile soften her features. I smile as I brush a kiss to her forehead, feeling her arms tighten around me. Then slowly I pull back before ever so slowly thrusting in again. I’m so close that I doubt i’ll be able to keep this slow pace for much longer, but determinedly I fight with my body, wanting this to last. Linking her fingers at the base of my neck, she thrusts up against me, her hips grinding against mine. Groaning, I bite my lip, pulling out of her again and then against my will, pushing back in immediately. She responds eagerly, a moan escaping her lips as she urges me on and I realize belatedly that there’s not a chance of this lasting. “Next time.” I mutter, burying my face in her neck, tongue tasting the sweat on her skin. “Next time we go slow.” I can feel her nod, her cheek brushing against mine. “Next time.” she moans, agreeing with me, her body gripping mine, and control flees. Tension rising, I thrust into her without reason, her hips moving in concert with mine, each connection drawing me deeper and deeper into her body. I can feel her breath against the crook of my neck, hot and moist as she pants, tiny sounds escaping her lips as she moans. Her body tautens beneath mine, her hips colliding with mine in a rhythm that’s fast losing style. With a sharp cry she arches up around me, her arms locking around my neck, her body clenching around me; pulsating for what seems like eternity. Unable to do anything but follow her, I buck against her frantically for a moment before tensing, my body shuddering into hers, her name drawn from my lips in the guise of a low moan, only to be absorbed by her skin. We stay like that, locked in a post-orgasmic embrace for what seems like eternity as I fight to regain sanity and oxygen. After awhile I shift, slipping out of her and a small murmur of protest is breathed from her lips as I do so. Unwilling to let the contact end completely, I keep her close. “That was nice.” she whispers then, her voice soft and slightly sleepy._ wanna u sex wid me bhabhi or a gal mail me [email protected]