Seduced by my friend’s chubby daughter – Part 1

Friends, this is Rahul. I am a 55-year-old successful businessman settled in the United Kingdom. I am married, and my wife’s name is Jyoti. I go to the gym regularly and, for my age, I am quite fit.

I am about to narrate a true, ongoing affair; therefore, all names and places (except for the fact that I am based in the UK) are fictitious.

A few months ago, the daughter of one of our friends, Rhea, who is 30 years old, seduced me. Since then, we have been seeing each other quite regularly. I have split this narration into two parts because I want to describe in as much detail as possible how it started, up to the point when I finally had sex with her for the first time.

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Rhea has been very close to me since we first knew her family. Her dad and I were colleagues many years ago, and our kids grew up together. Rhea is a quite good-looking and very good-natured girl. She is an architect and works with an upmarket architectural firm in London.

However, because she is chubby (in her own mother’s words) and, again as per her mother, was still single. If you ask me, I would describe her as curvaceous. And I would be lying if I said I had never watched and admired her assets.

While her parents, quite naturally, were worried about her marriage, Rhea herself never seemed too worried about it. She was enjoying her career, through which she was also able to travel around the world. Her weight seemed to be everyone else’s problem.

Almost everyone, except me, would try to give her some advice. Being a good-natured girl, she would take all their unsolicited advice on the chin and with a smile. Each time, I would come to her rescue by ridiculing the person giving the advice and, at the same time, letting her know that I found her quite attractive — and I meant it.

Without realizing it at the time, I had sown the seeds of our affair.

As we stayed in different towns, over the years we had cultivated a ritual of visiting each other once a month. We would usually go to each other’s house on a Friday and return home on Sunday.

My friend, Dhiren, and I would enjoy our whiskey sessions, followed by meals, before joining Dhiren’s wife, Asha, and my wife, Jyoti, in their ongoing gossip session. We would discuss our careers, issues with government policies, our future, and millions of other topics.

Even our kids featured during such talks. As years went by and the kids grew, our conversations involving them progressed from school to their careers and, in Rhea’s case, her marriage.

Like any Indian parents, they were concerned about her growing age and inability to find a suitor. They had registered her name with various matrimonial portals.

Sometimes Rhea would join us during these chatting sessions, and the moment her marriage topic popped up, it would sadly culminate in a mother-daughter argument that would see Rhea leaving us and retiring to bed early.

During one such discussion, I told her mum, “Don’t worry, Asha. Only the best boy deserves our Rhea. And the best is the most difficult to find. Let me assure you, as a man, I find nothing wrong with her. She is beautiful, and it’s only a matter of time before her Prince Charming finds her.”

“See, only Rahul Uncle understands!” she said in exasperation as she sat next to me on the sofa and clutched my left arm.

I felt her right breast pressing against my arm. My initial thought was to give her some space, but when I tried to move away a bit, she held me tightly and pressed her breast further.

I quickly made sure that no one was noticing us, and once reassured, I leaned against her. For the next fifteen minutes, I could tell that Rhea was pressing and rubbing her breast against my arm again and again.

The next morning, the ladies and Dhiren went out for shopping as usual. As I was not a morning person, especially over the weekend, I never accompanied them on these trips to the local market.

After I woke up, I had a shower. I then went to their kitchen to make myself some coffee.

“Hello, Uncle! Good morning!” I heard Rhea say behind me.

Before I could respond, I felt her hands wrap around me from behind as she gave me a tight hug. I was taken by surprise, as Rhea had never done such a thing before. Just like the previous evening, I could feel her rubbing her breasts against my back and squeezing my chest with her palms.

“Good morning, Rhea!” I said cheerfully, enjoying the sensation.

When I finally turned around, I saw Rhea was wearing a body-hugging gym suit that accentuated her body. To be honest, Rhea was indeed voluptuous. Her breasts were large and sat firmly on her chest. Her shapely, large ass complemented her boobs. A slight bulge of her tummy actually made her look sexy.

I managed to quickly look away, hoping she had not noticed me admiring her assets. But Rhea made matters worse when she turned around and bent over, as if searching for something from the lowest kitchen shelf. Her ass jutted upwards beckoningly.

This time, knowing she couldn’t find out, I absorbed the sight lustily.

After allowing me a few moments of blissful display of her rotund behind, Rhea finally straightened herself and turned around to face me.

“How are you doing?” I tried to ask casually as my heart beat at a faster pace.

“I’m fine, Uncle. Did you have a good sleep?” she asked.

“Yes, I did,” I replied as we both headed towards the dining table with our coffee cups.

“Thanks for taking sides with me last night,” she said with a smile as she grabbed my hand casually.

“Anytime,” I said, smiling as I raised my coffee cup.

“Did you mean it, though?” Her expression had become serious, and her gaze was more intense. Our fingers were woven into each other’s as we spoke. I realized I had to be honest and should not sound casual.

“Yes, Rhea,” I spoke with conviction as I placed my other hand over our intertwined ones and brought my face very close to hers, as if to reassure her. “I meant what I said.”

“Thanks. I love you, Uncle!” she said, giving me a peck on the cheek and smiling meaningfully.

“I love you too,” I replied, then added softly, “Darling,” as an afterthought. I returned her favor by kissing her soft cheek. “If you ever need me for anything, please do not hesitate. It will strictly stay between you and me, if you wish so.” I caressed and pressed her palm as I spoke the carefully chosen words.

As we heard the door open and the hosts and my wife return from shopping, we hurriedly let go of each other’s hands, and Rhea quickly walked to the other end of the table. With each of her actions, I was becoming more and more certain that she was flirting with me. I also realized that I had a hard-on.

As evening descended, Dhiren and I sat down for another session of drinks. To my utter surprise, Rhea came into the living room where we sat and asked if she could join us tonight.

Again, the way she was dressed took my breath away. She was wearing a shirt and shorts. One could easily make out the size of her breasts behind the fabric.

Although the shirt was completely buttoned up, the flesh of her milky white boobs was visible through the openings between two buttons. The shorts left nothing to the imagination as they revealed her smooth white legs right up to the lower curve of her buttocks.

We welcomed her, and Dhiren poured her usual drink. After saying ‘Cheers,’ she sat down on the opposite sofa and joined our conversation. This went on for some time before Dhiren was summoned to the kitchen by his wife.

As soon as he went inside, Rhea got up from her sofa and sat next to me, her soft thighs touching mine.

“Uncle,” she said in a voice barely louder than a whisper. “Would you mind helping me with my matrimonial profile?”

“You see,” she gently rubbed my elbow back and forth, “sometimes Dad and Mum can be difficult.”

“Sure, I’ll be glad to help,” I said. “When do you want to go through it?” I asked.

She looked into my eyes, and as our eyes locked, she glanced suggestively and whispered, “Tonight? When it’s just the two of us.”

At that same moment, we heard her dad’s footsteps. She hastily got up from the sofa and offered to get some more snacks from the kitchen.

By now, I was pretty certain that Rhea was up to something. Whatever it was, my interest in her had been lit up. I now longed for her to be near me. The touch of her thighs a few minutes before made me yearn for more.

Rhea returned with a bowl of nuts and simply extended her arm to offer it to her dad. But when she turned towards me, she bent forward to offer me the nuts. The gesture itself was quite natural, but the way she bent at her waist, what I could see and her dad couldn’t, was that the top two buttons of her shirt were now undone, revealing her deep cleavage.

She gave me just enough time to have a good look before standing straight. She placed the bowl on the sofa and once again exited the room. She returned almost immediately, and within those few seconds, she had managed to button up her shirt.

While I tried to carry on chatting with Dhiren, my mind was completely full of Rhea. As I recalled the sight of her cleavage, her breasts, and her thighs, I started fantasizing about her. My cock had turned hard and formed a bulge in my trousers.

I casually put a nearby pillow on my thighs to hide it. As I did, my eyes locked with Rhea, who was observing my discomfort. She winked and smiled suggestively, raising her glass in my direction, as if to toast our new bond.

The evening went by in a blur, my mind elsewhere, chasing more thrilling possibilities. We had our dinner. I had taken care not to have too many drinks. On the other hand, my friend, who had no clue, was completely drunk and soon retired to bed. As I continued to chat with Asha and Jyoti, Rhea suddenly got up.

“Hey guys, please excuse me. I need to work on some office work. But if you need something, please let me know,” she finished.

Her eyes widened as she looked at me, and hidden from the ladies, she pointed her finger at the sofa on which I was sitting and mouthed ‘Stay’ without speaking. I understood that I was supposed to stay there no matter how long it took for the rest to go to sleep.

After some time, the ladies decided it was time to call it a day. I told Jyoti I would watch TV for a while. The ladies went upstairs to their respective bedrooms. Soon things quietened down, and the light shining in the staircase leading to the upstairs bedrooms went out.

Nearly half an hour went by, and I was mindlessly watching TV. Suddenly, I saw Rhea tiptoe into the room with her laptop and quietly close the door behind her.

“Hi, Uncle! Should we try to work on that profile?” she asked coyly.

“If you say so,” I replied.

Rhea sat down next to me. She had changed into a knee-length, one-piece silk nightdress. The front had floral embroidery that cleverly concealed a zip. As she sat, Rhea kept a small gap between us.

I decided to let her lead. We started going through her profile, which gave me a reason to find out more about her by asking questions, including very personal ones. As we discussed her profile, Rhea wriggled her bottom and moved closer to me.

She rested herself against my shoulder, which pushed my left arm behind her back. She wriggled once more and sat on my palm, cross-legged. Her knee-length dress slipped back, exposing her white, smooth thighs, which were now firmly resting on my thighs.

We carried on discussing, but now I started squeezing her soft ass. Initially, I started very slowly, and Rhea showed no reaction. We both pretended to be very focused on her profile.

Gradually, I increased the pressure of my palm on her bum, and I could sense some heaviness in her breathing. Still, I didn’t want to rush things.

At one point, Rhea leaned forward and placed her laptop on the coffee table, then returned to snuggle in my arm. I resumed squeezing her bum unabashedly.

“Do you remember your first kiss, Uncle?” she suddenly asked. The real act had started.

“Yes, I do,” I said.

“What took you so long to answer?” she asked, smiling.

I smiled back and said, “Because you took me back many years, and I wanted to relive that moment.”

“Was it with Aunty?” she asked, hoisting herself up to check my expression.

“No!” I said, winking with a smile.

“Wow,” she was truly intrigued, but didn’t question me further. Now it was my turn not to let the conversation fizzle out.

“So, how was your first kiss?” I asked casually, moving my hand over her exposed thigh and gently rubbing it.

“I’ve never been kissed,” she said with a wry smile.

“You’ve never been kissed, sweetheart?” I asked, feigning surprise, but I knew where this was going.

“Nope,” she said quietly. “Actually, Uncle, I don’t want to marry,” she blurted out as she snuggled further against my body.

“Oh, is that so? And may I ask why not?” I asked.

“Because I love someone,” she replied. And I had a feeling I knew who it was.

“And you haven’t told your parents, right?” My palm was now caressing the inside of her thigh. With her head slightly buried in my chest, she nodded.

“Why not? I’m sure they wouldn’t have any issues,” I said.

“Because I’m not even sure if that person loves me,” she said after thinking for a while before replying.

“What! You’re in love with someone, and that person doesn’t know? And you’ve never told him, I guess. Why?” I pretended to be confused.

The pause was long, and in the meantime, Rhea kept tracing patterns idly with her fingers on my chest and stomach.

“Because that person is married and my dad’s best friend,” she confessed. Finally, the bomb was dropped. We both fell silent. Rhea continued drawing patterns, and I held her close, thinking about how to react.

“Rhea, do you realize what you’re saying?” I whispered softly.

“Yes, and I know it’s not going to happen. But I can’t help it,” she said, her voice tinged with sadness.

I stayed silent. We were both about to step into dangerous territory, and I had to be very careful.

“Uncle,” she finally called me, “please don’t lie. You fancy me, right? I’ve seen you staring at my body more than once.”

“Yes, sweetheart,” I replied with a long sigh. “But I also know my limits, dear.”

“And that is why I said I don’t want to marry,” she said, as if making her point.

“Rhea, I just don’t know what to say. I will not lie. I am feeling elated to know a young girl can fall in love with an old man like me.”

“You’re not old! And look how fit and handsome you are!” she said in an admonishing tone.

“Yes, yes,” I smiled and pulled her closer. “But let’s put an end to this here itself. We both know this is not going to lead anywhere.” I was saying this to her, but I was also trying to reason with my own conflicting emotions.

By now, Rhea had stopped doodling on my body and wrapped her arm around me. I gave her a peck on the top of her head and held her closely as silence took over. I wanted to give her as much time as she needed to take the plunge.

“Just a kiss?” she broke the silence with a vague question after what seemed like an eternity.

“What?” I asked, as if coming out of a trance.

“No one would know,” she continued.

“I’m not so sure it’s a wise thing, Rhea,” I tried to prolong the inevitable a bit.

Rhea slowly pulled down the zip of her dress just enough to reveal a large portion of her breasts. “Uncle, I know you fancy me. Do you want to miss this?” she asked seductively as she turned her face upwards to look at me.

Temptation got the better of me. I brought my left hand around her waist and pulled her closer. With my right hand, I held her face by her chin. “Do you really want to take this further?” I asked gently. She didn’t say a thing; she just gave her consent with a confident nod.

I leaned forward and gently placed my lips over hers, feeling their wetness. I withdrew and saw that she had closed her eyes. I leaned forward and kissed her once again; this time, I took hold of her lower lip between mine.

I gently chewed it and pulled her towards me. With her eyes still closed tightly, she came into my arms. I could feel her quickened breathing. I licked both her lips and gently chewed her upper lip too.

No sooner had I placed my lips over hers than I let my tongue slip between her lips. She took the cue and sucked it in. Our mouths were now firmly glued, and our tongues were playing with each other inside hers.

As our mouths separated momentarily to catch our breath, Rhea slipped her tongue into my mouth, and I sucked it hungrily.

At this point, my right hand was gently caressing her left shoulder. I slowly let it slide down inside her dress, which Rhea had unzipped earlier, to gauge the softness and size of her left breast.

When I didn’t encounter any resistance, I squeezed it ever so gently and felt the nipple awakening against my palm. I gave it a playful pinch, and Rhea’s eyes opened wide as she let out a sound that was a mixture of pain and pleasure.

We were breathless when we finally let go of each other. All we did for a few seconds was caress each other’s faces.

“I love you, sweetheart!” I said as I cupped her face and planted kisses all over her beautiful face.

“I love you too, Uncle,” she replied huskily as my face kissing went on.

“I want to see,” I said finally as I fondled her left breast once again. She nodded and got up on her feet. I was now resting against the sofa with my legs spread, rubbing my hard cock as it fought to jump out of my trousers.

Rhea straddled my thighs and, in one smooth flourish, pulled the zip of her nightdress down further, gifting me with the display of her heavenly melons. They were adorned by small pink areolas, and on them sat some of the most delicious nipples I had ever seen.

I ogled them hungrily. As if she read my mind, Rhea held one of her boobs, pushed the nipple between my lips, and impatiently said, “Suck it, please!”

I required no further persuasion and hungrily sucked her cherry. Rhea let out a deep sigh and held me closely to her chest. I took this opportunity to pass my arms around her hips and squeeze both globes mercilessly.

Soon, I let go of her nipple, and with equal speed, Rhea pushed the other nipple into my mouth and once again held me tightly against her chest.

Around the same time, I felt her hand rub my hard cock. Her touch made it throb and created a small tent in my trousers.

“Want to see it?” I asked breathlessly, looking at her.

When she nodded eagerly, I pulled down my trousers and my underwear and let my cock stand at full attention. Rhea placed her head on my tummy and watched my cock closely as she pumped it gently back and forth.

“If you keep doing that, I might come,” I tried to smile weakly, fighting the feeling building inside me.

“Go on. Don’t stop,” Rhea whispered softly, looking suggestively for a brief moment, and continued jerking me gently as before.

I closed my eyes and brought my hand over her bare back, managing to grab one of her breasts by its side. My fingers searched for and eventually found her erect nipple. I held it in a scissor-like grip between my two fingers and started to enjoy the sensation Rhea’s hand was giving my cock.

Soon, my cock started to spurt my cum all over her hand, but Rhea kept jerking it till the last drop oozed out. When it was all over, she managed to find some tissues and wiped both of us clean. It was my turn to return the favor.

As we stood, her dress fell off her body. Her marble-white nude figure shone in the TV light since a thin film of sweat had formed over her body.

“You are truly beautiful, darling!” I said as we kissed passionately.

I gently pushed Rhea onto the sofa. I lay beside her. She turned to face me, and I engulfed her in my embrace. We gently caressed each other as our tongues rolled lazily over each other.

“Baby, close your eyes and just focus on yourself,” I whispered in her ear.

As I moved the tip of my finger like a feather over her slit, Rhea sighed and closed her eyes. As I gently massaged her labia, I could feel the dampness building up on my finger. As I continued doing this for some time, my palm was completely wet with her juices.

I increased the speed of my fingering, and in no time, Rhea started to shudder. She held on to me tightly and clamped her mouth over my chest to make sure that she remained silent.

When it was all over, she smiled weakly before we wrapped our arms around each other and kept pecking each other for some time. We wanted to fuck desperately, but we both knew it was quite risky to make out in the house.

We decided to meet on Monday near her office and book a nearby hotel to be with each other. With that, we both kissed one last time and went to our respective bedrooms.

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Folks, thanks for reading this story. I hope you liked it so far. If so, please do read Part 2, which I hope to deliver at the earliest opportunity.

In the meantime, goodbye, and I will see you all again soon. And please do write to me at [email protected].

If you like this and would be interested in knowing more, I will continue with this series. Please let me know after you have read both parts.