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sexual intercourse between consenting adults, non-consenting adults, adults
and children (both consensual and non-consensual).  If you are turned off
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   Reena

   It had all started out quite by chance, like most of these things do. 
You never look at your best friend's wife as a woman, especially not a
woman to be seduced.  Reena was more a `one-of-the-guys' than Dilip's wife.
Add to that the fact that we lived next door to each other meant that I was
never even conscious in front of her.  It was normal for her to knock on
the door early in the morning with some `special' for breakfast and me
opening the door in nothing but my boxers.  Or for me to be working out as
she used the washing machine, they didn't have one.

   But then when Dilip got placed overseas, things gradually began to
change.  Under normal circumstances Reena should have gone and stayed with
his parents as the only reason they were in Hyderabad was because of his
job.  But Reena stayed in town since she was not too comfortable with her
in-laws, plus she was employed.  Dilip was fine with the idea because that
meant less complaints for him to hear from both her and his parents.  Plus
with me in the same town, he knew she had someone close to turn to in case
she needed anything.

   Reena was in her mid-thirties.  She wasn't conventionally beautiful, nor
would it be being polite if she was referred to as homely.  She really was
homely and very sweet.  She was also a very interesting person.  We shared
a lot of common interests and it wasn't tedious for me that I had the
responsibility to keep an eye on her.

   Soon we were spending a lot of time in each other's presence and I began
to notice her as a woman.  If we weren't out at a movie or concert, we were
at either of the homes, watching television, listening to music or just
chatting.  I first began noticing her at home.  She had gotten used to
having me around and was less and less conscious of herself.  So I began to
catch glimpses of her cleavage when she bent over, or her panties when she
crossed her legs.  I would strain to catch a glimpse of her navel, she has
a sexy one, whenever she wore a saree or a short top.

   I woman, I guess, senses such things.  Soon after I began to notice her,
I realized that she was a bit more controlled in my presence.  I cursed
myself for acting like a sleaze ball.  But that did not stop me from
looking and waiting for a peek.  After a few days, honestly just a few
days, I began to get the feeling that she didn't care anymore.  She went
back to her normal self, gone was the tightness when she was in my
presence. I got a lot more peeks and her casual attitude made me bolder. 
My stares were no longer hidden.

   One incident stands out very clearly.  It was a weekend, and she said
she wanted to clean out the house.  She asked and I agreed to help her out.
She woke me up on Saturday with a phone call.  I cursed her and got out of
bed.  When I went over she was in a faded shirt, it was a shirt I had got
her almost five years ago for a birthday.  She saw the recognition in my
eyes and confirmed it.  She added that she was looking to dispose the shirt
since it was so old and gone tight for her.  Tight was an understatement.
She looked erotic as hell in it.  The buttons were almost ready to pop over
her breasts.  I guess it must have taken some doing to hook the buttons. 
With the shirt, she had on a knee length skirt, this one too was faded and
obviously old.

   She then shooed me out and told me to wear something old and disposable.
When I protested that I didn't have anything of that sort, she stormed into
my apartment and pulled out an old faded basketball t-shirt and a pair of
shorts.  She had obviously planned the entire thing.

   I changed my clothes and went back to her place.  We started with the
bedroom.  She asked to me pull a table over to the wall so she could reach
the shelves high up and pull down the things from there.  She climbed up on
the table, as she did she gave me a good view of her black panties.  Once
on the table she reached for the things and this made the shirt ride up and
expose her stomach.  She began handing the things down to me and once the
shelf was empty, she swept it clean.  Then she asked me to lift her down. I
did this gladly.  This was the story of the entire day.  It was so erotic
that I had to go to the loo thrice to jerk myself off.

   Life went on like this, erotic but no other action.  She was quickly
becoming my only jerk-off fantasy.  Night after night I would lie in bed
and whack away thinking of her.

   Then it happened.  It was a weekend.  She seemed pretty low.  So I asked
her what she wanted to do.  She said she wanted to drink herself silly.  I
was surprised since she wasn't the type to say things like that.  Although
she liked her drinks, she hated losing control.  So I prodded her on what
was disturbing her.

   "It's been a year since he went", she broke down and began to cry.

   As a reaction I put my arms around her and held her.  I let her cry in
silence, since I knew that nothing I said could make her feel better.

   After she finished she asked me if I would go get the drinks.  I went to
the nearest wine shop and picked up a couple of bottles of whiskey and
sides to go with it.

   She had changed into a spaghetti strap nightdress by the time I
returned. I felt strangely overdressed in my t-shirt and jeans.  So I went
over to my place and changed into a pair of shorts and returned.

   "Will you fuck me tonight?" she asked me as I poured the first drink.

   I was at a loss for words.

   "I don't need you to make love to me, just fuck me.  Okay?"

   I didn't need a second invitation and I pounced on her.  Our lips locked
in a passionate, anger-filled kiss.  We bite and tore at each other.  Our
minds clogged with lust, a lust that had consumed our very beings.  In no
time we were devoid of our clothes and my penis was inside her cunt.

   I rammed myself into her.  We pumped like two engines.  Both of us were
too taken up with our lust to want to be kind to the other.

   She began to scream within a few minutes.

   "I'm cumming.  I'm cumming.  Oh!  Oh!  God!"

   She rammed her hips upward to meet each thrust of mine.

   "I'm coming too", I told her.

   "Hold it, not inside me", she grunted, but kept pumping away at me with
her eyes closed.

   I struggled with the rush of emotion, as I held the torrent of sperm
back.

   "Ah!  I can't hold it any longer", I screamed.

   She pushed me away, my penis was out.

   She spun around with an agility I didn't expect from her and her hands
pointed my penis at her face and jerked me.  I let go.  The sperm flew from
me penis and landed on her face.  She kept jerking me and milking me, until
there was nothing more to give.

   Then she opened her mouth and slipped my penis in.  She sucked on it. 
Slowly.  -- Comments, brickbats and praise are welcome at
bentspoon@excite.com
   
