Saima was my buddy Majeed’s wife. Majeed and I are the same age, as we’d been childhood friends. I saw Saima for the first time just after her marriage. Well, at that time I never thought of having any sexual interaction with her. We met so frequently and always felt so comfortable with each other. I’d always found Saima very polite and obedient, in a faithful-housewife way. Due to my long and very good friendship with her husband, we used to see each other frequently, and she used to talk to me a lot too.
Now after her marriage, 14 years had not taken away anything from her. She was still as beautiful as before. She was very health conscious and followed a healthy regimen of diet and exercise. This kept her body fit and youthful, and she looked ten years younger than she was. Saima was an extremely beautiful lady. She was tall and slim. She had a very pretty face with flashing large brown eyes, long eyelashes, and a finely shaped nose that made her look majestic. Her angelic face looked so innocent, but her best assets were a great set of ample breasts, a flat and firm belly, and flared and wide hips on a narrow waist. She had creamy, white, blemish less, very smooth skin. Her black silky straight hair fell just down to her hips. Men and women alike stared at her whenever she went out. I felt my friend very lucky to be her husband. I told my friend several times in front of Saima how lucky he was to have such a beautiful and polite wife.
It had started about a year earlier when I was sitting in my office, tired after a very long day. I received a phone call from her, just after hello. “Hey,” she said. “Zeshan, I need to talk to you.” Her voice was very soft.
“Sure,” I said. “I am here.”
“Not on the phone. It’s too public. Somewhere private.”
“As you wish.”
“I want to meet with you to discuss a personal problem. Would you like to come to our home?”
“Why not? I will be available when you ask,” I replied.
“Can you come tomorrow morning at 10 o’clock?”
“I will be there at 10 o’clock.”
The next morning I went to meet her. When I got there, Saima was waiting for me and received me so warmly. She was wearing a red qamez (tunic) with cream color shilwar (trousers) of cotton material. When I saw her, I noticed that her qamez was too tight as well, offering a peek of her belly button, and the upper cut of the qamez on the neck was so wide that I could see her gap between her tits. She wore a black bra, so her breasts looked more prominent against a black background. Above all this, her wavy black long hair fell at her back well down to her broader hips.
I was immediately captivated by her looks. “Whom are you going to kill today?” I jokingly asked.
“What do you mean?”
“If any weak-hearted person sees you like this, he is going to die of a heart attack,” I replied.
“Are you weak-hearted?” she laughed.
“I was not, but after looking at you, I think now I am. But tell me, where is Majeed?” I asked.
“Majeed is away on business. You have to talk to me today. Please sit in the drawing room. I will get you a cup of tea.” And she went into the kitchen. Soon she returned with a tray of tea, and she sat just opposite me on the sofa. She poured herself and me each a cup of tea, and we chatted for a few minutes about the weather, children and other mundane issues while sipping tea. Then I asked her, “You were going to discuss with me some your problems?”
“Yes, Zeshan, there is something I want to tell you,” Saima said.
“Saima, feel free to speak anything,” I said.
“Well, umm.., I don’t know how to tell you. It’s kind of very personal,” Saima said in a hesitant manner.
“Don’t worry, Saima. Tell me all,” I said in an assuring manner.
“Zeshan! I want to discuss with you some important issues. This is very secret, and I don’t want to take any unnecessary risk. I had to find someone trustworthy,” she said.
“What, Saima? Come on, tell me. I can help you if you tell me all,” I said in my usual soothing voice. “I am ready to listen to it, but first tell me: Why is it only I whom you want to tell?”
“I know whom to trust with keeping this fling a secret and whom to not.” She then hesitatingly told me, “You obviously have been nice to me. I trust you; you are the only one whom I trust, but I wanted to wait for the right time.” Now there was disconnection between the happy twinkle in the eyes and sadness of her face.
I felt surprised at first and then asked her, “Saima, you are sounding quite mysterious. “I am confused about it. What has happened?”
“Yes, I know I must tell you. I have to tell you even though the consequences to me would be bad. But I will risk it, for if I do not I may burst. Give me some time to get my thoughts into proper order.”
“As much as you want, but you are frightening me.”
“I guess you won’t want this back,” Saima said with a wan smile. “I’m sorry, Zeshan, to put you through this; my situation just got too much for me.”
“I’m not supposed to get involved with friends’ personal problems, but is there anything I can help you with?”
“Thank you. I knew you would help me.” She tried to get her composure, and then she told me, “I am coming straight to the point: Majeed, your friend, is having an affair with somebody out there “.
“What do you mean”?
“I thought him a nice man… I didn’t think of him as one who jumps into bed with other women, but he has….” She broke off in mid-sentence, blushing a deep red.
“Do you know these women he meets?” I asked.
“I know them both. One is the wife of my brother, and the other is Majeed’s sister-in-law, the wife of his younger brother.” Her voice was now so soft that she was hardly audible.
“How do you say this so confidently”? I asked.
“I am sure. He becomes excited about talking with them, and they speak for long hours on the phone when I am out of the house,” she said.
“Because only your feeling of certainty is not sufficient.”
“Why?” she asked.
“You seem to have no doubt at all, but it is a very serious matter, especially about Majeed’s sister-in-law. What would people say if they came to know you said this?”
“But I do not want to tell people,” she said.
“You are speaking as if you were an eyewitness to their lovemaking. What makes you suspect that they are having an affair?”
“Ok! Listen to me. I am going to tell you of one incident. Once I came home, and let myself in by the side door. The door of my room was ajar, and through the gap I had a clear view of the living room sofa. I froze at the door, my eyes widening, my mind numbing, my heart hammering wildly, a sickening hollow wrenching in the pit of my stomach.
Shabnam, Majeed’s sister-in-law, was leaning on the sofa, fully clothed of course, and looking up at Majeed. Majeed was holding the back of the sofa and leaning forward stiffly. He was doing just that, but every time his face came close to Shabnam’s he touched her lips with his lips. There was no passion in the kiss, but Shabnam was pouting her lips too. Shabnam’s hands were on Majeed’s shoulder, as though she were supporting him partly. From time to time Majeed changed his posture and removed one hand from the sofa and placed it on her breast; she always pushed it away. I watched for a while, and then silently I withdrew the way I had come. I closed the door, came round to the front, noisily opened the grill gate, and rang the bell. Majeed opened the door. There was not the slightest sniff of guilt in either of them. If I had not seen them with my own eyes I would not have had the faintest suspicion of any wrongdoing.”
“What did you do?”
” Just nothing. I pretended as if I knew nothing.”
“You did not confront Majeed.”
“No, nor do I have any friends with whom I can discuss a matter of this delicacy. I thought and thought of what I should do and finally, in desperation, I have decided to discuss it with you.”
“But all these things are not proof…”
“No, but I have proof. Would you like to hear it?”
“Absolutely! I demand it before taking any initiative.”
She got up, left, and come back with an audio cassette recorder in her hand. She sat and played it. She was right: There were very objectionable conversations between Majeed and Shabnam and one other woman.
“This is the voice of my brother’s wife,” she said. “Often I saw him in suspicious conversation with both of them. I did not mind him talking to them, but their body language did not indicate a casual conversation. But to confront them would have been awkward. If it were not true, I would appear small in my eyes. So I taped all these conversations,” she said.
“But he likes you.”
“I don’t know. He acts as if he likes me, but if he likes me, then why he does he meet with other women? I am not so sure he likes me.”
“Why not ask him?”
“Do you think he will admit?”
“And this tape?”
“This is secret. If he comes to know, you know he will divorce me.”
“And relations between you and Majeed?” I asked. Uncomfortable hearing that, Saima did not render a verbal reply to this question but shook her head in negative and bit her lip. I could see her face blush with shyness, and she didn’t look up and face me even a moment. “I just cannot understand your…”
“Why can’t you? He has stopped having relations with me.” She burst into tears, which rolled down her cheeks. “We have not had any marital relations for the last year,” she sobbed.
She expected me to be shocked, and I was.
I quickly pulled a clean handkerchief from a pocket and passed it to Saima as I watched her with concern.
Saima finally calmed, wiped away the last few tears, and blew her nose several times into the handkerchief. I thought for a moment and said, “That’s very bad. I didn’t know that it had gotten so much worse. OK! I will talk with Majeed! This is very bad. In any case, he shouldn’t act like this with you.”
“Zeshan, he will be quite angry. There will be trouble for me if you ever say a word about this. Understand?”
“No! Let me talk to him. This is a serious problem. What is the harm in trying one more time?” I said.
“Please, please don’t do this. You know him. He is not that type of man. He will divorce me in a minute,” she said very sadly.
I was feeling quite sorry for Saima. “I don’t know what I should do. What can I say? Anyhow, we will try, “I said. I finally got up, went to her, put my hands on her shoulders, and told her not to worry. “I will try my best, and everything will become right soon.”
“You’ve always been very kind to me,” Saima murmured.
“Saima, please don’t say that. You’re my best friend’s wife. It’s my duty to help you.”
She said, “I wish there was some way I could thank you. I had lost hope that I would ever get to tell this secret to you.” She was weeping and sobbing copiously, and tears flowed down from her eyes. Her eyes became red and swollen due to her weeping.
“Don’t weep, my darling. There is no use weeping,” I said.
“I cannot get over it — I just can’t.” She sobbed more, and I held her tight and consoled her.
I sat next to her, and she leaned her head on my shoulder. She was weeping and sobbing now loudly. I tried to console her and held her soft palm in my vise grip, feeling its smoothness under my touch. She did not object; rather, she held my hand too. I drew her into a tight embrace as I felt her sumptuous breasts crushed beneath my chest as she yielded to me. I felt Saima ease into my arms as I wrapped them around her, and she snuggled into me. I stroked her petite shoulder as she snuggled closer, letting me inhale her exotic, feminine scent. I was thinking about this beautiful lady who was now leaning her head on my shoulder. She blushed as she looked up at me, then lowered her gaze. The fact that I was watching her aroused her. She was breathing slowly and deeply, and I could see the rise and fall of her full breasts down the low neck of her dress.
“Oh…Zeshan,” she murmured as her hands wrapped around my neck, caressing my hair as I bent down and kissed her softly on the cheek once. I nibbled her ear and then I kissed her on all parts of her face: cheeks, nose, eyes. She did not withdraw or showed any signs of dislike, and that was the signal for me to proceed. So I planted my lips on her soft, full lips. This time she responded to my kiss with equal warmth and in a manner I had never experienced before. I was surprised that she received it as if it were her due. She thrust her tongue into my mouth. She sucked on my tongue for a while and then pushed hers back into my mouth until it felt as though it were down my throat. Oh, how warm and wet her mouth felt…how sweet the taste of her lips and tongue! A fire rushed through my body. When we came up for air I said, “I’d never thought our meeting would get this intimate.” I moved up to her face, seeing her pretty eyes closed tight. I kissed her eyelids, and she opened them, smiling at me. She moved her head up as she bent sideways, taking my lips between her soft smooth lips as she kissed me passionately. I felt her lips part as my tongue filled the space in between.
I still couldn’t believe I ended up in an unexpected situation as fantastic as this. She was slowly rubbing up and down my back. My hands reached her ass, and I give it a quick squeeze. My hands were roaming all over her back and ass while we were still in our embrace and kissing wildly. My prick started to twitch, and I thought that I had better get out of this situation before anything happened. I was sure no man could resist her advances, but I felt bad and uncomfortable, as I thought I were taking advantage of friendship. I worried about my friendship with Majeed, and what would happen if he ever knew that I had fucked his wife. What would Majeed think, and how I would face him? But I couldn’t take it any more then. She was no longer my friend’s wife but a woman next to me. I would have been crazy to stop! I might have been horny, but I was neither crazy nor stupid! She was the prettiest and hottest woman on Earth, so what did it matter that she was my best friend’s wife?
“Anything wrong? Are you feeling comfortable?” she asked, waking me up from my dreams.
I tried not to blush as I smiled back sheepishly. I let go of her and nudged my head into Saima’s ample breasts, both of them almost ready to jump out of her qamez to be touched and caressed by me. I put my hands on her back and snuggled and rubbed my face into them. I then pulled back and pleaded with her to please let me see these magnificent breasts.
Saima pulled her qamez over her head, and there she was in her black bra, which was unable to contain her milky white breasts and formed a four-inch-long running cleavage. I again felt them from above the bra and started salivating. I tried to push my fingers inside the bra from below to pull the bra up to free the breasts, but the bra was tight fitting, and I did not succeed. Saima ended my misery by unhooking the bra from behind and removing the straps from her shoulders. Her breasts sprang free from their confines and wobbled against each other before settling on her chest. I blinked my eyes and looked at my angel’s sweet mounds. The sight mesmerized me. As if I were hypnotized, my mouth hung open for a few seconds, and my eyes were glued to her chest. I wondered that she had such awesome ripe breasts with just a slight natural amount of sag to enhance their beauty after birth of three children. Not too big, not too small, just perfect large peaches. Her pink nipples on very dark aureoles were in total contrast with her milky white skin. They had a lot of green and blue veins running around on the creamy surface and were the most exquisite breasts I have ever imagined: round and firm with hardened nipples.
I almost died when I felt milky-white, round, succulent, and firm breasts with pink nipples right in front of my lips. I did what any man would have done in such a situation. My tongue darted out, and I started licking her right nipple. She arched her back and held my head with her hand. My tongue circled the nipple several times, and then I took it in my mouth and started sucking it. While I was sucking it I took her breasts in my hands and started kneading them. For a while I stopped sucking and then started giving soft bites all over the ample tit flesh. In my excitement a few times I bit a little harder too. She winced a few times while I was putting love bites on her breast but did not stop me. Saima wrapped her arms around my neck again, pulling me close and trying to bury me in her cleavage. She let out low moans when I pulled her right nipple back with my lips as I sucked. Then I opened my mouth as wide as I could and tried to suck her whole breast into my mouth.
She was getting pleasure in pain too. Her legs were shaking, and she put her hands on my shoulders for support.
I then stopped biting and sucking on her breasts and pulled back to admire them. Her breasts were swollen with anticipation.
I told her, “You have the most beautiful pair of breasts I have ever seen in my life. They are actually more magnificent than I had imagined.” I resumed sucking and kneading them. She held my head with both her hands. I then rested my hands on Saima’s ass and pulled her towards me. I lowered my head to her flat tummy and started licking her deep set navel. Saima’s breasts were resting on my head! I pulled her back again and rubbed Saima’s crotch from above the shilwar. I guessed she would be wet by now, and she was. I put my hand inside her shilwar, found her crotch, and touched her pussy. I rubbed it, and then I noticed her pulling the string of her shilwar , which fell on the floor. She stepped out of it and kicked it away. And there she stood, naked and smiling, without any self-consciousness at all. I could see her crotch between her lovely thighs. She was not wearing panties. Her pussy was clean-shaven. I rubbed my hand a few times on her now-naked pubes. I then pulled the cunt lips with my thumb and forefinger. I was filled with wonder, so I stepped back a little and admired her beauty. Here was the beautiful wife of my best friend, standing stark naked in front of me. With her royal face, ample beautiful breasts, and erect nipples, she looked like an angel, a piece of art. I have seen a lot of women naked, but she just looked out of this world.
After looking at her for a few seconds I came forward again, put my hands on her ass, and pulled her towards me. I buried my face in Saima’s crotch again and started licking her pink clit, which was jutting out with excitement. She widened her legs a bit to give me more access. I started licking it in earnest and biting it gently too. Saima was panting now and moaning nonstop.
I inserted my long tongue in her cunt and now started tongue-fucking her. Once in a while, I licked her whole pubic area and again put my tongue inside her swollen cunt. I took her hard clit between my teeth and bit lightly on it. She screamed and released a stream of warm cunt juice in my mouth.
Without a pause I continued to eat her pussy. She raised her legs and held them aloft, exposing her gaping cunt hole. As I licked her offering, she yelled, “I can’t stand it anymore!” Ignoring her pleas I started to tongue-fuck her. After few minutes she was on the boil again. She removed my face from the crotch and started unbuckling my shilwar, which fell to the floor. I stepped out of it. She put her fingers inside the top of my shorts and pulled them down to my ankles in one quick motion. With this action my hardening cock too got pushed down, and when my shorts slid past my thighs it got free and sprang up with a force. Saima got a little shock and pulled back; she was dumbstruck for a few seconds and was just looking with wide eyes at my cock in front of her. My cock was really big — long and thick — and it was fully erect and pointed towards the roof.”Your cock is too big. I am worried whether I will be able to accommodate it in my little pussy. What if it tears me?” Saima said.
“Don’t worry. I wouldn’t hurt you. It will give you much pleasure,” I told her.
My rigid cock became harder due to the feelings of Saima’s silky fingers over it. “Ohhhh….” I moaned softly as she wrapped her fingers one by one around my throbbing manhood and started stroking it up and down. She started pumping my prick with her delicate hands. It started to become stiffer and added a couple of inches of length and thickness to it.
While still pumping my cock, Saima looked up at me and said, “I know the reason why you are so thin. All the food you eat goes to this monster.” I could see extreme lust in her eyes. She was in heat. “But I would like to put it in your body now,” I said with a grin on my face.
“I’m new to this, Zeshan,” she replied tensely, blushing. “You’ll do it slowly, promise me, so as not to hurt me.”
I carried Saima to the bed and made her lie on her back, spreading her creamy thighs wide for my next move. She lay with hips flexed, knees bent, and thighs spread widely, motionless, with her eyes closed and a smile on her face, ready to receive.
I sat down and started kissing Saima on the lips. Saima was too eager to reciprocate. We continued kissing for some time. Both of us were moaning constantly. I then lowered my mouth to her nipples. I started sucking and pulling on them. Going from one to another, back and forth, I buried my face between those mounds of flesh and started biting all over her breasts again. Saima winced in pain. She did not stop me.
Finally, I climbed on top of her. Moving between her legs, I placed the head of my swollen dick at the entrance of her dripping pussy. Looking down into her eyes, she parted her legs a little further, giving me easier access into her pussy. When I inserted the head of my dick into her pussy, she gasped with delight. I let my cock remain there for a moment as I felt her wetness that engulfed my cock with willingness. Slowly, I pushed a little farther into her pussy. “Ahhhhh….” she groaned loudly, and I took her mouth, kissing it tight to muffle her screams as I pushed more of my cock inside her.
“Zeshann, Zeshannn!” she cried out. I pushed forward, and I had all my cock inside her cunt. This time she cried out loudly. She pulled me towards her and kissed my lips. Saima’s cunt felt hot like an oven. I kept on pushing in and out. I felt her relax visibly as she parted her thighs wider to accommodate me inside her tight pussy. Her hips jerked up, and her body arched steeply under me. Her head arched back, and her fingers clawed at my shoulders.
I started moving inside her at a slow, gentle pace, which became faster and harsher as she started bucking her hips back to meet my thrusts.
I withdrew my penis till only the head remained inside Saima’s cunt and waited for a few seconds. Then I gave a mighty push, which buried my whole dick in Saima’s cunt. And Saima wrapped her legs tightly around and locked my hips, and while she grabbed my hips she pushed me again inside her. This time it felt a lot better. I was enjoying this a lot.
With my every stroke, Saima was moaning with pleasure. With each stroke, my dick was pulsating in such a way in her pussy that I was feeling I would not last long. As I moved in and out of her pussy, she started moving her hips in rhythm to mine, faster and faster. A low moaning began coming up from her mouth. She pulled me more tightly into herself as we rocked together in unison. Her groans grew louder and louder until they nearly became screams. She was now crying, “Yes. Yes. Oh, do me, Zeshan, do me!” Saima screamed, writhing in ecstasy and raking her nails across my broad, sweaty back. Saima’s whole body shook, and her breasts jiggled wildly. Now I grabbed her legs by the calves, lifting them high and wide in my hands and began fucking her with long, deep, stabbing thrusts. My cock ran in and out of her cunt, glistening with our juices, piercing her flesh deeply. With each inward thrust I could feel my testicles clapping against her buttocks. She wrapped her legs round my waist, gripping me tight. Her head was flipping from side to side while she was chewing her lower lip.
“Uffff . . . hhhhaa… aahhh…! Oh, yeah! Zeshan, I am coming for you! I am commmingggggg…” With a sharp shudder of the body, she came. She exclaimed as she climaxed and pulled me tightly over her. Her pussy muscles tightened around my cock, and I began spurting into her pussy.
Her ankles were locked over my back, and her heels were digging into my tailbone, ensuring the deepest possible penetration possible. We both stayed there very still for about five minutes. Her pussy was overflowing with her sweet vaginal juices.
We lay there, side by side, exhausted from our passions, caressing each other and showing our love for each other. It was the beginning of my new adventurous life, and I was getting aroused once again. She climbed on top of me. She smiled tenderly at me and started kissing me wildly. I reciprocated and started massaging her breasts, which were hanging in front of my eyes. She had to raise herself up high in the air to position her cunt at my cock head. With one hand she opened her cunt lips, and with the other she placed the head of my penis at the opening of her cunt. She then started sliding on me and buried my cock in her cunt. She was impaled on my cock. She did not move for a few seconds and closed her eyes. Her cunt juice was running along her thighs onto my tummy. I threw my head back and swore. “I can’t believe I’m doing this,” I grinned. “Fuck.” The bed was squeaking a little under the intense force of her thrusts. Her lovelies were bouncing up and down to the rhythm, and she was biting her lip to reduce the volume of her moans. Her body was bouncing wildly. Both of my hands were on her buttocks trying to support her. A new idea came to my mind.
I started to caress her ass cheeks. After a while, though, I was furiously massaging her ass cheeks, with a finger probing her asshole! I started to push a finger in her anus. This was met by Saima’s approval as her hips were bucking and her asshole was getting bigger. Her swinging body was making it difficult for me, but I didn’t give up.
She put her hands on my shoulders and slowly slid. “I’m glad we are doing it,” she giggled, her hips writhing on my lap. Then she laid her body on top of mine and, rubbing her breasts on my chest, started to kiss my lips.
I embraced her tight by my arms and locked my ankles together across her waist.
She gradually increased the pace of fucking my pole by moving her hips up and down in full, rhythmic strokes.
Both of us were in the midst of an incredible sexual high.
Each time she moved up. Up and down she went, her wet pussy touching my balls each time she landed on my lap. Sometimes she went down slow and easy, letting me feel her soft flesh as my cock entered, and sometimes she hammered me, slamming against my lap with all the force she could muster. She worked and stroked me. The large bed groaned and creaked as we were doing it wildly. She was doing something magical with her hips now, twirling them in slow circling motions round and round, and I was grunting, heaving up under her. She bent over me, her superb back arching, rubbing herself against me. All I could do was grip her hips and indulge the sensation.
She fell on to my chest and said, “Hold me tightly.” I wrapped my arms around her and squeezed. She held her cheek to mine. I took over the movement below by arching my hips.
“That feels good,” she said.
“Yes, it does,” I replied with breathless sincerity.
I held Saima in my arms while I moved in and out of her, as I wanted that moment to last for a long time. I didn’t want to come. I didn’t want to change positions. I didn’t want let her go. I wanted to squeeze her until she became a part of me, or I became a part of her.
“Your cock feels so good in my cunt,” she whispered, “I could have it in there all day.” She slid her tongue across her lips. I couldn’t believe still my best friend’s wife was talking to me like this.
Meanwhile I was mauling her beautiful breasts and was biting the nipples. Saima winced a little but was enjoying it a lot. She was frequently now sliding up and down my cock. She continued spinning and clenching her muscles tight on my dick. My cock glistened with Saima’s overflowing juices. She continued sliding, and I continued to play with her hooters.
Her cunt tightened like a vise on my cock, and I gasped, thrusting up hard under her.
Now I was too close to coming and turned sideways on the bed. With this action Saima fell to her side, and now we were facing each other. Now she was moving up and down as well, her body bucking and bouncing on my heaving hips, her cunt sliding up and down the length of my cock, her supple thighs taking the difficult position easily.
I squeezed her breasts hard in my excitement, then slid my hand to her crotch and fondled her clitoris. Saima shuddered and moaned. I grabbed her hips, jerking her body up and down on my cock. With a quick wriggle, gasping loudly, she slid forward onto her knees again, her arms outstretched, hands on my chest, her hips rocking and bucking up and down, her cunt sliding up and down along my cock-shaft. Her swollen breasts jiggled with her movements.
“Yes!” she called. “Oh yes, Zeshan, yes! Fuck me! Fuck me hard! Fuck me like a wife!”
I grinned wolfishly at my best friend’s wife riding my cock like a sex-starved sixteen-year-old vixen. All this time, her bangles and anklets made nice rhythmic and erotic sounds. In one smooth move, she placed her hands on my shoulders once again and pushed herself up until only the tip of my remained gloriously inside of her. I felt my prick swelling inside her cunt as I started to come. She had already started her orgasm. I opened my eyes to see her staring at me. “I love you”, I said as I felt myself spurting deep inside her.
As she heard these words and felt me coming she said, “You don’t know how I love you.” Then she slammed her pussy against my lap and came at the same time with immediately, my load dripping down her legs. I ferociously bit her nipples. My cock was still inside Saima’s cunt and she collapsed on my chest. I looked into her eyes and we gently kissed, rubbing our lips together, and just fluttering our tongues between them.
We lay for a long while, luxuriating in each other’s warmth. We kissed and talked about the whole episode. “Tell me how it felt inside your cunt,” I said.
“Well, initially it hurt a little, and I wondered if I could accommodate such a massive dick, but once I was wet I had no problem. It reached farther than anything ever has gone. When you entered me I felt as if your dick had entered my tummy. And when I rode you it felt as if the monster was stuck in my throat. It was incredible.”
We both had become quite convinced that that was the time for sex and not at the tired end of the day.
“I need to go to the bathroom,” she said. She got up. “Please hold me, Zeshan.” I held her and helped her to the bathroom.
“I also want to go there,” I said.
“No!”You may not come with me”. She laughed and went to bathroom and bolted the door. When she came back, I went to bathroom.
We made love that day once more, and then we had lunch together. As I was leaving her, I cuffed her on my arm and kissed her passionately. I asked her, “Is this a beginning? Do you want it to continue?”
She said with great love, “I will call you soon, and then I will give you an answer.”
I turned and headed for the door. She called out as I reached it, and the quiet in her voice made me stop.
“Zeshan?”
“Yes?”
“I … I just wanted to say … thank you.”
I smiled and crossed back to her, kissing her gently. “You don’t have to say that, Saima,” I said. “Let me say thank you to you for this special privilege. After all, I know every man is dying just for a single kiss from you. I am the luckiest.” And I left.
I had to wait for an agonizing week and a half until one morning when I was in office. The phone rang, and I picked it up. “Hello, who is it?”
“This is Saima,” came the voice of Saima on the other end of the line. “Hello, Zeshan, how are you?”
‘I am fine, and you? But where have you been?” I responded.
“Hey, sweetheart! Sorry to be calling so late, I hope I didn’t disturb you.”
“Don’t kid me. I am dying to see you.”
“Sorry, I was looking the proper time. Now tell me, when are you meeting me?” asked Saima.
“That’s what I want to ask you,” I said.
“When?”
“Now. I will be there within fifteen minutes.”
“I will wait, and I look forward to seeing you! Goodbye!”
“Goodbye!” I replied back to her as she hung up the phone.
I left the office, rushed to her home, and got there before fifteen minutes had passed. Saima greeted me with a tight hug and a passionate kiss. I said, “Let’s go to the bedroom,” and I picked her up and carried her into the bedroom. She quickly got rid of all her clothes, and I followed suit.
We fucked slowly for a long while, taking our time, neither hurrying, each delighting in the pleasures of the other’s flesh, kissing tenderly, and meeting in a steady rhythm. After a long satisfying fuck, in which she came twice, I rolled off her.
After resting in each other’s arms, with me playing with her body as we talked, I asked, “How was it the second time,”
” It was wonderful. I am lucky. I found almost everything I needed,” Saima replied. “What about you?’ she asked.
“Oh yes. You are very tight. I have never enjoyed myself like this before,” I replied.
We had started our affair and met regularly. Now I was a regular visitor to my friend’s bed. At least once week during office time, I used to go to her home.
Once we were making love as usual. I was fucking her hard while she was screaming, “Fuck me, Zeshan, and fuck me hard!” I pumped and pumped. “Fuck me like a bitch,” she gasped. “From behind.”
With a soft moan, she pulled her trembling legs from my hands, slipped my cock out of her and quickly turned over, getting on her forearms and knees before me. Her breasts hung, pendulous, and her gold necklace swung free. I moved forward on my knees, pressing my cock-head between the curves of her buttocks. This was the first time I had seen her on her knees, and she had such a soft and pretty ass. “May I fuck your ass, Saima?”
“No! Don’t waste time. Fuck my pussy. We will do my ass some other time.” I gripped her hips, open, pushed my cock-head to her cunt-lips, and with a sharp forward thrust of my hips, plunged my cock deep into her cunt. She eased herself down onto her forearms, pushing her butt up higher against my cock.
I reached around to play with her tits with one hand, and rub her clit with the other. I was squeezing her breasts. Soon Saima was making low moans and told me she was about to come. My hands dug into the soft flesh of her hips. I continued to pump as she came, then I followed up her orgasm with my own, filling her pussy with my own built-up fluids. After a few more thrusts into her sopping wet slit, I was finished and we stopped moving to catch our breath. “You are wonderful,” she murmured shyly, and lay exhausted with eyes closed and a faint smile about her lips.
I lay down beside Saima and pulled her to lie by my side. I gathered her in my arms and kissed her, and she responded. Then I turned her, laying her down with both of my arms around her – one caressing her breast and the other caressing her vagina, while I was biting and kissing the back of Saima’s neck. Her bare back had rested against my chest, and her butt hovered above my cock. She was pushing her butt back with force onto my cock. That got my cock rock-hard again.
Then I asked her, “Saima, have fucked in your anus before?”
“I’ve never…” she began.
“So you are a virgin, I mean a virgin in your anus.”
“Of course. Why?’ she replied.
“Then let me take your asshole cherry today,” I said.
“My asshole cherry?’ Saima said, perplexed. Then suddenly she understood. “Oh, you mean you are planning to shove that monster cock of yours up my asshole.”
“Yes,” I replied.
“Shut up! Don’t talk about a woman’s ass!” she said in mock anger, but smiling and pushing back against me.
” Saima, please.”
“Oh, don’t be silly. It is impossible,” Saima said.
“It will be a nice experience.”
“‘You are a pervert,” she replied.
“It is very pleasurable,” I said.
“For whom, you or me?” she asked skeptically.
“For both of us,” I replied.
“No! Please, no! Don’t ask for it,” she begged, while still squirming her butt against my cock.
“What have you to hide from me? Now do as I say!”
She bit her lower lip. “Zeshan, please don’t ask for this.”
“Do it, Saima. Do it because I ask you to. Please.” “Won’t it hurt?’ she asked, blushing.
“Yes, but only a little,” I said. “Don’t worry; I’ll use Vaseline on your asshole and my cock. This will mitigate the pain of entry.”
“Ok! You can have me in any way you like. I don’t mind. Go ahead … take me as you want, but promise that you’ll stop if is very painful,” she said.
“How do we start?” she asked. “I am totally ignorant about the procedure. I’ve only seen a few pictures of it. No practical experience. Will you guide me, please?”
“Do you have some lubricant?” I asked.
“Yes.” She moved away from me and from the small side table beside the bed picked up a jar of Vaseline. “Now what?” she said, handing it to me. “I am scared and excited.”
“Get on the bed on all fours with your head down and your butt in the air,” I said. She did what I told her.
When she got on all fours with her head down and her butt up in ass-fuck position, I started to apply the Vaseline to her puckered hole on the outside. Then I inserted first one, then two fingers in Saima’s asshole to make the inside tube slippery. I gently spread some Vaseline on my cock and rubbed it in with my fingertips. “Are you ready?” I asked, placing my cock on her asshole.! “Yes, but please be gentle,” she said.
“Why not? How could I hurt my sweetheart, my dear,” I replied and, holding her firmly, lunged forward.
“Uufff!” she screamed as my cock buried itself to the hilt inside her butt.
“Aawwaa, stop, Zeshan, stop! You are hurting me!” Saima shouted. “Zeshan, please, gently,” she groaned.
“Just a few seconds more,”
“Zeshan, please stop! You are killing me!” Saima yelled. Just then I felt her asshole opening.
I moved my cock slowly in and out till the whole of its length was inside her ass. “Oh Zeshan, it was very painful,” she groaned. “Just relax. It won’t hurt now. My cock is fully inside your asshole,” I said moving slowly and simultaneously rubbed her cunt. “Get it off, it hurts…” she said.
“Just wait until it stops.”
“Oh! My mom!” she screamed as her sphincter snapped open and half my cock buried itself in her asshole. I slowly moved in and out till my balls were resting on her cunt. “OH Mom, I am dying of pain!” Saima shouted.
“Relax, Saima. The pain will subside in no time,” I said. I started to push in and out of her butt very slowly while grabbing her breasts from below. After a few slow strokes I asked Saima, “Does it hurt?”
“Yes, but not too…..”
I started to fuck her butt. After few in and out strokes I stopped and asked, “Is it still very painful?”
“No, it is much better now,” she said.
I recommenced the fuck movement, simultaneously rubbing her cunt.
“Saima, your asshole is very tight; I am enjoying it very much.”
“OH,” she groaned with each inward movement of my cock. I continued to fuck her asshole with steady rhythm.
“Are you enjoying it?” I asked.
“Yes, it feels nice,” she moaned. She became relaxed and started fucking back at my every in-stroke. I squeezed her breasts simultaneously. Now and then I tweaked her clitoris with my fingers. Then I said to her, “I told you that you’d enjoy yourself.” “Yes, I am really enjoying it,” she moaned. I kissed her shoulders and with my hand rubbed her clit.”Finger my pussy, Zeshan! Touch my clit! Make me come! I am all yours, Zeshan! Shoot your hot spunk inside me! Oh, yeah!”
I felt my sperm rising. I increased the speed of my in-and- out movement and rubbed her clit harder.
“Oh, Zeshan, it feels so good,’” she moaned. I moved faster. I quickly picked up the pace, and with a huge thrust I shot my load inside her ass. One last shiver sent my last drop inside her asshole. We both came together. I fell on her back, sated, and she lay facing downward on her marital bed with me on top of her.
I didn’t withdraw my cock and left it inside her butt for quite some time, and we remained in that position.
From the day we started onwards, when I called her she never refused, and I used to fuck Saima — sometimes for a long time while naked, sometimes for a short time without removing clothes. We would fuck at least two three times every week. We explored all our sexual fantasies that we couldn’t even talk to our spouses about. Saima and I never felt any regret or embarrassment about the relationship that we shared, and we had the time of our lives.
Once when I went to meet Saima, she was too upset and told me that her husband had a job offer from a UK company and he had accepted it. Therefore they had to go to the UK in a few days’ time.
Saima told me that the time we spent together was the best time in her life and that she would never ever forget me! She became quite emotional while saying this and started sobbing. I also felt quite sad, as I was falling in love with her and was heartbroken to hear the news of her departure. I started to console her. She gathered herself quite quickly.
“Zeshan, I know that you also like me a lot. I think that you have fallen in love with me, haven’t you?”
“Yes, I have, and I don’t want to lose you. Please don’t go away. Stay here with me.”
“It is impossible. I can’t. I have to go. I have also started to love you, and I know that it will be very difficult for me to live without you.” And with that she started crying again.
I hugged her tightly. For the first time, I did not get sexually excited after hugging her so tightly. Instead, I was as sad as she was, maybe sadder than she was.
We just stayed like that for a few minutes. Then she spoke, “Let’s make love for one last time,” and we loved that day as we never loved.
After we made love she told me, “Zeshan, you’d better go now. Majeed will come any time. And the longer you stay here, the sadder I will get.”
“Ok, I will go now, but I will come to meet you before you leave for the UK.”
I arranged a farewell dinner for them in a restaurant, which they attended cordially before their leaving.
I went to the airport to see them off. While returning I started to think of the days that we spent together and unknowingly a tear fell from my eye. She was gone now. Gone forever!