Chapter 3

• I certainly wasn’t going to pass up this opportunity. While I had been sexually active for a few years, my experiences were pretty usual for an American teen, this was transpiring to be something completely different. I had a role to play now though and I had to figure out how to make this work out so everyone was happy without crossing any borders.
• “You are particularly beautiful this morning. I like what you are wearing. You are a very sexy woman.”
• “Stop. This is just an old kameez, it barely fits and I’m all dirty and sweaty. I’m not beautiful.”
• “The kameez fits you perfectly,” I said, making a point to stare at her tits and making sure she saw me looking. I looked up and we looked into each other eyes. Once again, I just decided to jump right in and see where it was all going to go.
• “You like me looking don’t you. Gopal said you liked it when I say your wet breasts. You don’t mind me staring at your breasts and ass?”
• She looked down to the ground, feigning shyness, but her voice was clear and crisp, “Yes. Yes, I like you looking.”
• “Well, you are a very beautiful woman …”
• “But I’m old, so much older than you.”
• “You are not old. In America, we call women like you MILFs.”
• “MILF? What is a MILF? What does that mean?”
• “Are you sure you want to know?” She nodded.
• “It means Mothers I Like to Fuck.” She gasped, smiled, and laughed. She also took a quick peak off to the side. I was tempted to look myself, but I didn’t need to, I just knew Gopal was hiding there somewhere.
• Then, looking down at the ground again, she asked “Is that what you think of me? I mean, is that what you want? Do you think about sex with me?” While she was pretending to be shy, she was much more direct and assertive than her husband was when he first brought up the topic.
• I said nothing, but just looked into her eyes. I waited a moment. “Is that what you want? You want to do more than just tease me with your breasts?” Then I whispered, “What do you want? Tell me.”
• Now she was panting, she couldn’t help but look off to the side again, but I paid no attention. She looked up into my eyes and very quietly said “yes”.
• “Yes, what? Tell me what you want. But before you say anything, do one thing for me. Do a favor for me. You are so beautiful. I want to see your naked breasts. Take off your kameez, please. Show me your tits. I want to see them.” I was thinking the “please” was unnecessary. She needed to be told, wanted to be told and I am sure Gopal wanted her to submit as well to my desires.
• She said nothing as she reached down and pulled up her kameez and then tossed it onto a nearby chair.
• “You like?”
• “God, you are beautiful. I like very much seeing you naked. But tell me, tell me now, what do you want? Do you want to be my MILF? Is that what you and Gopal like? Tell me, say it.”
• She hummed and hawed for a moment then she found her boldness. “Yes. Yes, I want to be your lover.”
• “No, no, no. Tell me if you want to be my MILF. What does it stand for? Say it.”
• “I… I want you. Oh god, yes, I want you to fuck me. Yes, is that what you want me to say?”
• I didn’t say anything but just walked up to her leaned down and kissed her. She opened her mouth and my tongue slid in, our tongues dancing as our passions grew. As we kissed, I reached down and felt her naked breast.
• After a few minutes of kissing and feeling her up, I kissed my way down to her luscious tits and started sucking on them, nibbling her nipples, playing with them. We then broke our make-out session and I walked her to her bedroom, but she redirected me to the room I was staying in. My guess was that Gopal was hiding in the closet with slatted doors so he could watch.