Lust

Editor – Juja ji

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Hello..my name is tabida. It's been about 8-9 months since I got married. My husband's name is Faizan.. He used to work with me in my office.. But after marriage, I left the job and started staying at home.

Faizan is not a very rich man. His family lives in a village near the city. There is a little land there on which his family survives. His father, mother, sister and a younger brother live in the village. His younger brother lives on the land with his father. My sister was studying in the village school itself.. She is a very sweet girl.. Apparently.. that means she is my sister-in-law.

I live in the city with my husband Faizan. We have rented a small house.. It has one bedroom with attached bathroom.. small TV lounge and a kitchen.

There is a small living room in the front part of the house.. one door of which opens outside the house.. and the other is a TV lounge.. There is a small verandah in the back part of the house. That's it.. it's about a 3 room house.. the upper terrace is completely empty.

There is a small space inside the main gate as a garage where Faizan parks his bike.

Faizan and I are very happy with our marriage and we were having a very good life. Although Faizan's background was from a village, yet due to living in the city from the beginning, he had become urban to a great extent. His lifestyle, dressing etc. was just like that of the townspeople.. and he was also quite open minded.

At home he would always request me to wear only modern clothes… hence at home I would often wear tight leggings and tops, sleeveless shirts and all types of western dresses.

Whenever I used to go out, my dressing was still very mod.

I often used to wear jeans and T-shirt or if I wore salwar kameez, it was also very smart and modern according to fashion.

He would often take me out of the house wearing leggings. When he came home, he would request me to wear only brazier and leggings.

Faizan was crazy about my beauty and my body. He always praised my fair complexion and beautiful body.

Whenever he got a chance, he used to crush my breasts and put his hand around my open neck and kept caressing my breasts.

To please my husband and woo him, I always got deep and low neck shirts stitched, through which my breasts were also visible and the cleavage of my breasts was always open.

Whenever we got a chance during the day, we used to have sex. In fact, the truth is that I had already spent my virginity on Faizan before marriage.

Yes... Faizan was my first and last love and it was Faizan's love that brought me in his arms to his bed even before marriage.

Even after 8-9 months of marriage, when our sex life and lust-filled life was at its peak, suddenly there was a break in it and there was a conflict.

The reason for this was that my sister-in-law Zahira had passed the final examination of the school and she expressed her interest in taking admission in the college. So my father-in-law refused at first.. But when her favorite elder brother Faizan I also talked to my father... then my father-in-law agreed that if Faizan can take the responsibility... then it is fine.

Now the problem was that there was no college in the village and he had to come to the city. When Zahira took admission in college, she moved from the village to the city. Now it was obvious that she wanted to live with us, so Zahira shifted to that small house with us in the city.

I had no problem with Zahira coming and staying with us… but the only issue was that our sex life would become a little restricted.

Now whatever we had to do, we had to do it in our room only. By the way, Zahira was a very good natured girl.. she was only about 19 years old.. she was a very pretty and beautiful girl. Her complexion was as fair as milk and her body was as soft as butter.

The lift of her chest…that is, her breasts had emerged…but they were not very big yet. Obviously she was younger than me... she was a very simple and innocent girl.

She loved me very much and respected me a lot.

Ever since I came home, she used to help me in the kitchen and did a lot of household work with me. I was also happy to have a good friend in the form of Zahira.

Arrangements for his sleeping were made by installing a single bed in that small living room itself. She used to study there and sleep there only. He had to use our bathroom, one door of which opened into the small TV lounge and the other into our bedroom.

Just at night, while sleeping, we used to close the bathroom door of our bedroom from inside so that Zahira could use it from outside.

Apparently, she was a very beautiful girl.. but because of living in the village all her life, she seemed completely 'dull'. Her dressing was also very traditional. She used to wear simple salwar-kameez.. never wore mod type clothes.

When she started seeing me wearing leggings at home, she was very surprised. So I laughed and said - Hey friend, why are you surprised.. All this is the need and fashion of today's time.. What is the fun in life without it? Yes.. Anyway, only your brother is there at home.. and whenever you go out