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Beads of sweat trickled down her naked back and made their way towards her protruding arse, forming small wet patches on her sari. Her white blouse – a daring, backless one with just strings to hold it together – was the perfect foil to accentuate her cocoa-coloured, smooth skin.

Though she wore her hair in a bun, strands of hair had broken free and looked as if they were desperately trying to cover her modesty. Her half naked body was a sight to behold. The auditorium was baking hot as it had little ventilation apart from the odd ceiling fan that functioned. The lady in white designer sari was adding to the sultry atmosphere.

Most males in the hall seemed to be transfixed by her. As she turned around, I caught a glimpse of her face. The first thing that caught my eye was her smile – it was infectious. She had large, brown eyes which were kohl-lined to enhance their appearance. Her broad nose diminished the charm of her otherwise alluring face by a small degree.

Her frame had fat in all the right places – bosom, arse and thighs. Though she didn’t boast the figure of a supermodel, what made her body desirable was her midriff. Heavy boobs supported by a narrow waist which rested on wide hips. It was quite simply hourglass figure at its best. I was soon introduced to the woman I had feasted my eyes on – my wife’s best friend from college, Zarina.

Though I remembered seeing a few snaps of her in my wife’s scrapbook, she looked a lot more sensuous in person. Also, she had put on weight. I was desperate to chat her up but couldn’t as she was always surrounded by friends, one being my partner. On our way back to Bangalore, I drew out as much information about Zarina as possible from my wife without arousing any suspicion.

Apparently, she married an IT professional based in the Middle east but fell out with him within a year. The main reasons were Zarina’s devil-may-care attitude and lifestyle. Zarina spent her formative years in Singapore and was part of a broadminded Muslim family. Obviously, her conservative husband found fault with most of what she did, which eventually led to their split.

My wife added that Zarina’s family were eagerly looking out for a suitable match while she harboured dreams of turning professional. Within six months of attending the wedding, I got to know from my wife that Zarina was expected at our home as she had an interview to attend in Bangalore. I couldn’t wait to meet her again.

Those days, my spouse and I were working on different shift patterns. While she stuck to a 9 to 6 job, I did night shifts. Soon Zarina arrived and we spent the first day taking her around Bangalore. Next day, she attended the interview and got shortlisted for the final interview scheduled for the following week.

It was decided that she would stick around for a few days and return only on completing the final interview. My wife and Zarina spent a lot of time reminiscing about their college days. Zarina was a live wire and our mundane life soon perked up. As my wife left for work at 9 everyday, it was Zarina who woke me up on most days with a cup of tea.

I found her easy to talk to and uninhibited. I knew I really wanted to make love to her and so dropped hints galore – spoke about my ex-girlfriends, making out in a public park, my fetish for stilettos and lingerie, and so on. It was difficult to guess what was on her mind. Though she was flirtatious, she never made an attempt to take things forward.

On Friday morning, Zarina woke me up and we had tea together. I knew it was my last chance of having any physical intimacy with her as my wife would be home over the weekend. And Zarina had booked her return ticket on Monday night. Though I tried to get her talking on sex, I hardly succeeded as she deftly eluded the topic each time.

Resigned to the fact that it was never going to happen, I wrapped myself in a towel and began to shave. I had just begun when Zarina called me into the kitchen to change the gas cylinder. I washed off the shaving cream from my face and went over to the kitchen. Zarina stood bent in front of the cylinder, trying to get the regulator off it. All I could see was her protruding arse.

Within seconds, a tent formed in my towel as the sight of her arse gave me a hard-on. I went weak in the knee and could control no longer. Without thinking of the consequences, I edged forward and rested my erect penis between her arse cheeks. It startled Zarina and she turned around. As our eyes met, it was hard to say what was going to be my fate.

I summoned all my courage and embraced her. We spent over a minute in that posture but I still didn’t receive any reaction from her. I slowly lifted her nightie and placed both hands on her bum cheeks. Simultaneously, I began nibbling her ear and kissing her neck. This got her going and she started moaning and responding to my touch.

After a minute, she whispered in my ear ‘It’s been over a year. So please make sure that you’re gentle’. Alas, I had the go-ahead from her. I picked her up and placed her on the kitchen worktop. Then I helped her out of her nightie. By then, my cock was throbbing and iron hot. But I wanted to taste every inch of her divine body.

I asked her to close her eyes, removed my towel and blindfolded her with it. Then I walked over to the fridge and picked up a bottle of chocolate sauce. As Zarina lay on the worktop, I parted her legs and was greeted by her clean-shaven pussy. I squirted chocolate sauce on it and started licking it with the tip of my tongue.

Zarina’s body jerked as my tongue explored the depths of her pussy. Within 5 minutes, she had her first orgasm. But I was long from being done. Next, I picked up a couple of clothes pegs from the tin where my wife stores them and walked up to her. Being blindfolded, all Zarina could do was wait in anticipation of what was in store for her.

I began with her left boob - licked it for a while, sucked it gently, bit it and then; held open a clothes peg and placed it on the erect nipple. This drove her wild. After repeating the dose, I went back to licking her pussy. Zarina’s moans of pleasure were getting too loud. So I had to stop and switch on some music to ensure that our sexual escapade didn’t attract the attention of neighbours.

By the time she had her second orgasm, Zarina seemed drained out. I poured some olive oil on my erect rod and started massaging it. Then, I sat down on the worktop and rested my back on the wall. I picked up Zarina and got her to sit on my lap with her legs wide apart. Her pussy had begun to flow again as I drew imaginary figures on her bare back with my finger tips.

Blindfolding her meant that Zarina’s senses were heightened to the hilt. I spent the next 5 minutes kissing her. Zarina shrieked in pain as the clothes pegs got sandwiched between our bodies, resulting in them tweaking her nipples real hard. I was now ready for her and so made her lift her hips. My cock, well lubricated with olive oil, slipped into her pussy effortlessly.

At this point, I removed the clothes peg on her right boob and started sucking it hard. Soon, we hit a rhythm with Zarina riding me like a seasoned rodeo. She begged me to remove her blindfold. In response, I stopped for a second, smacked her arse for being naughty and then continued probing her pussy with my cock.

It was one of the longest love-making sessions I’d ever experienced as we went on for almost an hour. I squirted chocolate sauce on different parts of her body and licked it off while my prick continued its action. In the end, after I shot loads of sperm into her swollen pussy, we lay in each other’s arms for almost an hour after which, we had a shower together.

Zarina’s nipples were so sore that she found it difficult to wear a bra for the next week or so. Unfortunately, we were never able to do a repeat performance as her family got Zarina married off soon. But we still email each other and she says that she hasn’t experienced wild sex with neither of her husbands like she did with me.

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