Nilima, my Best Friend’s Housewife

As I was very gradually waking up and was still in a subconscious state, I could hear the shower running in the washroom. The chirping of birds in the resort room was already making me feel heavenly.

My eyes gradually opened wide. I watched Nilima walk out of the washroom with wet hair wrapped only in a knee-length towel.

I am Navid, and Nilima is my best friend’s wife. We were having a touch-and-kiss kind of affair for quite some time, but it was only last night that I finally managed to have her in bed.

She lacked confidence at the beginning about cheating on her husband. But finally, the slut in her could not resist the temptation. I was already naked on the bed. The arousing sight of Nilima in that wet towel could not stop my raging hard-on to jump out.

I threw Nilima on the bed and started fucking her mercilessly once again. I was amazed to find that Nilima was already wet like hell underneath. Her pussy swallowed my thick entire length of eight inches.

She started to moan heavily with the deep thrusts I was making. Her see-through green saree and the green petticoat with other accessories were lying on the floor. They were bearing witness to what happened last night between us. The two illicit lovers.

It was so hard to convince her that we were not going to use any condoms. But finally, she could not resist the insistence of raw sex. Now, her womb is full of my seeds in this fertile monthly period of hers.

While cherishing these memories, I continued ravishing Nilima’s gorgeous body on this glorious morning. Right from the day of my best friend’s marriage, when I first saw this beautiful bride in a lehenga-choli.

I had started gulping her entire gorgeous body with my lustful eyes. But little did I know that she was also sex crazy. We were going to be on the bed together in this resort room within just one year of her marriage.

She used to wear see-through sarees and low-cut blouses at home, and I used to visit their house on a regular basis. It all started with some flirty talks when her husband was not around. Soon, it grew into some little playful touches and gropings.

I still remember that memorable evening when her husband was not at home, and the heat had grown too much between us sitting in the drawing room. For the first time that day, our bodies met like magnets.

The true affair began on that very day as I started to kiss her juicy lips and started squeezing every part of her body. I wanted to take her immediately to the bedroom to have the ultimate union with her. But she resisted as the maidservant might be coming any time.

From then onwards, our relationship grew more intimate, and she also allowed me to remove her blouse and suck and play with her naked breasts. At one point, with a lot of difficult persuasion, though.

I managed to insert my one hand inside her saree waistline. For the first time, she gleefully played with and fingered her beautiful pussy. That was the day when I came to know that she always maintains a clean shaved pussy. It increased my libido for her ten times more.

I wanted to raise her saree and give her oral pleasure. But she denied maybe out of shame or maybe out of her confidence about chastity. In the absence of her husband, she used to sit on my lap.

She used to open her blouse hooks to let me suck her erect brown nipples. She also allowed me to insert my hand inside her saree and finger-fuck her. But she never allowed me to undress her fully or take her to the bed.

I persuaded her many times in many different ways. But as readers would understand, it is so difficult to convince a Bengali housewife like Nilima to take her to the limits of her innermost desire.

One day, a very embarrassing incident happened. Her husband was not at home. She was sitting on my lap. I was enjoying sucking, groping, touching, squeezing every sensual part of her body, and was also fingering her pussy.

We did not have a clue that the main door was unlocked. Suddenly, the maidservant entered the drawing room and saw us in that position. Nilima froze in fear and jumped up from my lap.

I started correcting her messy clothes. The maid, after staring for a while, gently left the drawing room. But let us keep, for the moment, the consequences of that incident for a different story.

Finally, one day, we got the news that my best friend had to leave for an office tour for the next weekend. Nilima could no longer stop the slut inside her. She agreed to my persuasion to take our affair to the next level by spending the coming weekend with me together in a hotel or resort room.

My friend and Nilima were not having a baby even after one year of their marriage. Upon my asking, Nilima informed me that she was running on pills. With the upcoming plan of spending the coming weekend together, I requested Nilima to stop taking the pills.

I expected she would definitely try to resist this request. But to my surprise, she readily agreed with a mischievous smile. Finally, the day came, and after locking the resort room, what happened between two sex-crazy and sex-hungry illicit couples?

Perhaps there is no need to explain. The whole day and the whole night, we kept fucking like animals. Even now, on the next morning, just after she had come out of the shower. I am ravishing her very, very hard on the bed like a prostitute.

She is enjoying and moaning like hell. I suddenly turned her over and started thrusting her from behind in doggy style. I asked her with a husky voice, “What if you become pregnant during this weekend?”

Nilima turned back her beautiful face towards me and said with a sweet, seductive smile, “If Nature wants me to have your baby, then let it be!”

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