Nita was one of his wife's closest friends. Best friends in high college, Nita and Jennifer had drifted apart a little, but such a close bond could never really be fully severed. Jennifer went on to enjoy success in her career, whereas Nita was a housewife. She was having marital problems, and was spending the weekend at Jennifer's house to let things cool off.
This was fine with Jamie, Jennifer's husband.
Nita was hot. Sexy hot.
Jamie fantasized about a lot of women, but of all of them -- she was the hottest, hands down.
Jennifer worked long hours, which left Jamie (who worked from home) plenty of time to miss the touch of a woman. His fantasies often kept his loneliness at bay.
Nita was a gorgeous Indian woman. She was short -- barely five feet tall, if that. But she had sexy, pouting lips, a beautiful smile, and captivating eyes. Her skin was light brown and she often wore her long, curly, black hair with that 'wet' look that made every woman hotter than hell. She had this sexy body that would make any guy fantasize about her -- beautiful tits, a perfect belly (Jamie saw it once -- the image is burned in his brain), the best ass you could ever sculpt, and really nice legs.
When Jennifer returned from picking up her friend, Jamie had to control the hard-on that was forming in his jeans. Nita wore tight-fitting black pants, which accentuated a perfect ass, and a snug light-blue blouse with a neck that did not quite reach her cleavage, but it sure came close. Her hair was down, and it was all wet and sexy. Just the way he liked it.
Marital problems. He could imagine what those were. Let's see -- she married her husband at 18. In the Indian culture, that often meant 'virgin'. Her husband was more than 10 years older than her, and they have been married for 12 years and have three kids. At 30, Nita was entering her sexual prime, and all that she has ever had (likely) was the same sex from a conservative man for 12 years. Gee -- what were the marital problems?
Riding a wave of confidence likely brought on by years of loneliness, Jamie fully intended to see what he could do about ...giving Nita comfort. All he had to do was remind himself that there would never -- ever -- be a situation like this again with Nita. It had to be this weekend.
His wife and her friend were attached at the hip the entire evening -- going shopping early on, and then later they watched a movie with Jamie in the recroom. The three of them had a drink -- Jamie insisted. He knew two things. One -- his wife would knock out earlier if she had a drink. And two -- Nita liked the sauce. If she had one drink, others would follow.
He was right on both counts. As he and Nita were polishing up their second drinks, Jennifer was still halfway through her first. The movie ended, and Jennifer had just taken two or three sips from her second drink. The other two were finished their third. She asked Nita if she wanted to go to bed, and Nita nodded.
"I'm going to stay up for another beer." Jamie announced, making eye contact with his wife's friend. His wife, oblivious to the signal, led her friend upstairs to show her to the spare room.
Jamie remained downstairs, sipping on his beer slowly. Forty minutes passed, and he began to wonder if he had miscalculated. Was he not aggressive enough? Hell, he wasn't aggressive at all! Shit! Nita was too timid. He was STUPID to think she would act on her own. Mentally, he was slapping the side of his head in disgust.
Then he heard the creak on the stairs.
His cock grew hard in his jeans, as if with a mind of its own.
Nita appeared, smiling nervously. She was a very shy girl.
"Hey Nita!" he greeted her warmly.
"I couldn't sleep." She said quietly, sitting on the other couch. He stood up.
"Let me get you a drink, that will help!" he offered as he went to the bar. He grabbed himself a beer and fixed her up with rum and coke. Making it a little strong, of course! When he returned, he sat down beside her. Close. Closer than is proper, especially considering the fact that there were two couches.
She didn't move over one inch. He took that as a good sign. The two chatted quietly while they sipped quickly on their drinks, watching television. You could slip a hand in between the two of them, but not much more. That was how close they were sitting. She was still wearing her light-blue sweater/blouse and those tight-fitting black pants.
In 15 minutes, he was up and getting them another drink. This would be her fifth. When a woman is five-feet tall, and 95 pounds and on her fifth drink -- it was a good sign!
This time when he sat back down he made sure that they were touching. His leg was touching hers. Again, she did not move over! Now all he had to do was swing the conversation into the appropriate direction. If her marital problems were indeed sexual, moving the subject to that of her husband would be a good move. If the problems were about other things, it may not be such a smart move. He was confident in his guess, though.
"The problems that you are having at home..." he started, hesitantly, "are they because your husband won't leave you alone? He must be all over you!"
"No!" Nita chuckled, nervously. "He doesn't spend any time with me at all -- it's like I'm not even there!"
"What?" Jamie replied, feigning shock. "I don't buy it."
"It's true!" she protested. "He works all the time, and sleeps when he is home. He doesn't say two words to me all day. He doesn't even look at me."
He waved that off.
"No way." He said, disbelievingly. "If you were my wife, I would never STOP looking at you. I wouldn't be able to keep my hands off you!"
Nita chuckled, still very nervous. She took a drink from her glass. He watched those beautiful, thick, pouting lips on the rim of her glass. They would look so good around his cock!
She was horny. This was nothing new for her. She has been horny a lot lately, particularly in the past year. Her husband used to have sex with her several times a week, but in the past year they have only had sex once. She masturbated for the first time a few months ago, and had fallen into the habit of doing it nearly once every day now. It only served to sate her for a few hours though. So when her friend's husband's leg touched hers, tingles shot up her body from her crotch. Hearing Jamie say that he wouldn't be able to keep his hands off of her, well, that did nothing to ease her arousal. She would be lying if she said she had never thought about Jamie sexually. She didn't get out much. Hell, she didn't get out at all. She had taken to occasionally checking out porn sites on the Internet, and had even entered chat rooms lately. The things she saw in some pictures really turned her on. She hadn't even done one-tenth of those things! She had never given or received oral before, and sex was strictly her husband on top. Period.
"It's true." He said softly. She looked at him. There was a moment of silence. He brought his hand up to the side of her face and brushed her hair back behind her ear. He looked straight into her eyes. The tingling in her crotch increased. She thought that her panties might be getting a little wet.
"You are so beautiful I would never leave you alone." He whispered. She was held by his gaze, and the fact that his hand was still in her hair. He looked at her full lips, just ripe for the kissing. He slowly leaned forward. Nita didn't turn away. She closed her eyes when his lips softly touched hers in a brief kiss. Bolts of electricity shot up through her body from her pussy at his touch.
"So beautiful..." he whispered again, kissing her a little harder, pulling her upper lip outward a bit. Nita let her inhibitions drop, and she kissed Jamie back, hesitantly opening her mouth. Her heart was pounding as she felt his tongue slide into her mouth. She could count on one hand how often she had been kissed like this! She saw it all the time in porn clips online, but had barely done this herself!
Feeling his tongue rub against hers turned her on like she couldn't imagine. Her pussy flooded as she felt his hand leave her head and slip around her waist. Then she did something she had never done before in all of her 30 years. She slipped her tongue into Jamie's mouth. She loved it! And it showed in how urgently she explored his mouth and just how far her tongue went in!
He began to kiss her a little harder, conscious that their breathing grew deeper as he slid his hand down to the outside of her leg. He caressed the outside of her leg, slowly running his hand up and down it, from her knee to her hips and back as their tongues danced.
Pussy buzzing wildly, she placed her hand on his knee, too nervous to move it. His hand slipped under her sweater a little, touching the bare skin of her waist before slipping back out of it and down her leg again. His hand slid back up her sweater, this time going a little higher up her side, caressing more of her skin and sending bolts of electricity down to her crotch. She was breathing laboriously, completely lost in the kiss and the feeling of her friend's husband's hand stroking her body. Her skin was extra sensitive, having rarely been touched by a man. She had needs. Big needs. And she needed this.
At the same time that Jamie gently sucked her upper lip, his hand cupped her soft breast over her bra, and laid her back on the couch. She brought her legs up onto the couch as he lay beside her between her and the back. He gently squeezed her breast and she sighed into his mouth. She kissed him urgently as tingles grew more intense in her underused pussy.
He slid his hand down Nita's body, caressing her stomach, feeling her belly button on the way down. His hand slid overtop of her pants and between her thighs. She sucked in her breath, feeling his fingers slide down her pussy over the material. Once he had his hand there, he pushed into her a little.
"Mmmph.
This was fine with Jamie, Jennifer's husband.
Nita was hot. Sexy hot.
Jamie fantasized about a lot of women, but of all of them -- she was the hottest, hands down.
Jennifer worked long hours, which left Jamie (who worked from home) plenty of time to miss the touch of a woman. His fantasies often kept his loneliness at bay.
Nita was a gorgeous Indian woman. She was short -- barely five feet tall, if that. But she had sexy, pouting lips, a beautiful smile, and captivating eyes. Her skin was light brown and she often wore her long, curly, black hair with that 'wet' look that made every woman hotter than hell. She had this sexy body that would make any guy fantasize about her -- beautiful tits, a perfect belly (Jamie saw it once -- the image is burned in his brain), the best ass you could ever sculpt, and really nice legs.
When Jennifer returned from picking up her friend, Jamie had to control the hard-on that was forming in his jeans. Nita wore tight-fitting black pants, which accentuated a perfect ass, and a snug light-blue blouse with a neck that did not quite reach her cleavage, but it sure came close. Her hair was down, and it was all wet and sexy. Just the way he liked it.
Marital problems. He could imagine what those were. Let's see -- she married her husband at 18. In the Indian culture, that often meant 'virgin'. Her husband was more than 10 years older than her, and they have been married for 12 years and have three kids. At 30, Nita was entering her sexual prime, and all that she has ever had (likely) was the same sex from a conservative man for 12 years. Gee -- what were the marital problems?
Riding a wave of confidence likely brought on by years of loneliness, Jamie fully intended to see what he could do about ...giving Nita comfort. All he had to do was remind himself that there would never -- ever -- be a situation like this again with Nita. It had to be this weekend.
His wife and her friend were attached at the hip the entire evening -- going shopping early on, and then later they watched a movie with Jamie in the recroom. The three of them had a drink -- Jamie insisted. He knew two things. One -- his wife would knock out earlier if she had a drink. And two -- Nita liked the sauce. If she had one drink, others would follow.
He was right on both counts. As he and Nita were polishing up their second drinks, Jennifer was still halfway through her first. The movie ended, and Jennifer had just taken two or three sips from her second drink. The other two were finished their third. She asked Nita if she wanted to go to bed, and Nita nodded.
"I'm going to stay up for another beer." Jamie announced, making eye contact with his wife's friend. His wife, oblivious to the signal, led her friend upstairs to show her to the spare room.
Jamie remained downstairs, sipping on his beer slowly. Forty minutes passed, and he began to wonder if he had miscalculated. Was he not aggressive enough? Hell, he wasn't aggressive at all! Shit! Nita was too timid. He was STUPID to think she would act on her own. Mentally, he was slapping the side of his head in disgust.
Then he heard the creak on the stairs.
His cock grew hard in his jeans, as if with a mind of its own.
Nita appeared, smiling nervously. She was a very shy girl.
"Hey Nita!" he greeted her warmly.
"I couldn't sleep." She said quietly, sitting on the other couch. He stood up.
"Let me get you a drink, that will help!" he offered as he went to the bar. He grabbed himself a beer and fixed her up with rum and coke. Making it a little strong, of course! When he returned, he sat down beside her. Close. Closer than is proper, especially considering the fact that there were two couches.
She didn't move over one inch. He took that as a good sign. The two chatted quietly while they sipped quickly on their drinks, watching television. You could slip a hand in between the two of them, but not much more. That was how close they were sitting. She was still wearing her light-blue sweater/blouse and those tight-fitting black pants.
In 15 minutes, he was up and getting them another drink. This would be her fifth. When a woman is five-feet tall, and 95 pounds and on her fifth drink -- it was a good sign!
This time when he sat back down he made sure that they were touching. His leg was touching hers. Again, she did not move over! Now all he had to do was swing the conversation into the appropriate direction. If her marital problems were indeed sexual, moving the subject to that of her husband would be a good move. If the problems were about other things, it may not be such a smart move. He was confident in his guess, though.
"The problems that you are having at home..." he started, hesitantly, "are they because your husband won't leave you alone? He must be all over you!"
"No!" Nita chuckled, nervously. "He doesn't spend any time with me at all -- it's like I'm not even there!"
"What?" Jamie replied, feigning shock. "I don't buy it."
"It's true!" she protested. "He works all the time, and sleeps when he is home. He doesn't say two words to me all day. He doesn't even look at me."
He waved that off.
"No way." He said, disbelievingly. "If you were my wife, I would never STOP looking at you. I wouldn't be able to keep my hands off you!"
Nita chuckled, still very nervous. She took a drink from her glass. He watched those beautiful, thick, pouting lips on the rim of her glass. They would look so good around his cock!
She was horny. This was nothing new for her. She has been horny a lot lately, particularly in the past year. Her husband used to have sex with her several times a week, but in the past year they have only had sex once. She masturbated for the first time a few months ago, and had fallen into the habit of doing it nearly once every day now. It only served to sate her for a few hours though. So when her friend's husband's leg touched hers, tingles shot up her body from her crotch. Hearing Jamie say that he wouldn't be able to keep his hands off of her, well, that did nothing to ease her arousal. She would be lying if she said she had never thought about Jamie sexually. She didn't get out much. Hell, she didn't get out at all. She had taken to occasionally checking out porn sites on the Internet, and had even entered chat rooms lately. The things she saw in some pictures really turned her on. She hadn't even done one-tenth of those things! She had never given or received oral before, and sex was strictly her husband on top. Period.
"It's true." He said softly. She looked at him. There was a moment of silence. He brought his hand up to the side of her face and brushed her hair back behind her ear. He looked straight into her eyes. The tingling in her crotch increased. She thought that her panties might be getting a little wet.
"You are so beautiful I would never leave you alone." He whispered. She was held by his gaze, and the fact that his hand was still in her hair. He looked at her full lips, just ripe for the kissing. He slowly leaned forward. Nita didn't turn away. She closed her eyes when his lips softly touched hers in a brief kiss. Bolts of electricity shot up through her body from her pussy at his touch.
"So beautiful..." he whispered again, kissing her a little harder, pulling her upper lip outward a bit. Nita let her inhibitions drop, and she kissed Jamie back, hesitantly opening her mouth. Her heart was pounding as she felt his tongue slide into her mouth. She could count on one hand how often she had been kissed like this! She saw it all the time in porn clips online, but had barely done this herself!
Feeling his tongue rub against hers turned her on like she couldn't imagine. Her pussy flooded as she felt his hand leave her head and slip around her waist. Then she did something she had never done before in all of her 30 years. She slipped her tongue into Jamie's mouth. She loved it! And it showed in how urgently she explored his mouth and just how far her tongue went in!
He began to kiss her a little harder, conscious that their breathing grew deeper as he slid his hand down to the outside of her leg. He caressed the outside of her leg, slowly running his hand up and down it, from her knee to her hips and back as their tongues danced.
Pussy buzzing wildly, she placed her hand on his knee, too nervous to move it. His hand slipped under her sweater a little, touching the bare skin of her waist before slipping back out of it and down her leg again. His hand slid back up her sweater, this time going a little higher up her side, caressing more of her skin and sending bolts of electricity down to her crotch. She was breathing laboriously, completely lost in the kiss and the feeling of her friend's husband's hand stroking her body. Her skin was extra sensitive, having rarely been touched by a man. She had needs. Big needs. And she needed this.
At the same time that Jamie gently sucked her upper lip, his hand cupped her soft breast over her bra, and laid her back on the couch. She brought her legs up onto the couch as he lay beside her between her and the back. He gently squeezed her breast and she sighed into his mouth. She kissed him urgently as tingles grew more intense in her underused pussy.
He slid his hand down Nita's body, caressing her stomach, feeling her belly button on the way down. His hand slid overtop of her pants and between her thighs. She sucked in her breath, feeling his fingers slide down her pussy over the material. Once he had his hand there, he pushed into her a little.
"Mmmph.