This is a work of fiction based on real events. All characters are over 18 years of age. All names have been changed for privacy purposes.
I am Saima. As my name suggests, I am a Muslim. I am a 31 years old housewife and my husband Altaf is 36 years old. This is an account of how my boring life unfolded into a sexual adventure when we had to move to Delhi.
I was born and brought up in Lucknow city, in a middle-class family, and did my graduation in arts. Our family is traditional in outlook and my marriage too was performed in that way. Altaf is a simple man and works for a private company. We moved to Delhi about three years back when because of economic compulsions Altaf took the new job there. He had some family debts to clear and needed to earn more money.
We moved to the present colony about a year ago. Earlier we were living in a predominantly Muslim area. From there, we moved to the present colony which has many Hindus and a few Muslim families, all living in good harmony. I like this colony much more since it is much cleaner and greener and less congested than the previous one.
When we moved here first, we moved into a one-bedroom flat on the 2nd floor. On the very first day, we were well received by our immediate neighbors and flat owners, the Chaudhary family. They helped us in settling down quickly in the new community. Chaudhary’s wife is a very nice lady, around 40 years of age and she introduced me to the other womenfolk of our society.
Chaudhary is about 45 years old. He is around 5’9″ tall, well built with hardly any fat, and handsome in a way. His best asset is his smile which he is always seen sporting while talking to others, particularly women. And when he received us on that first day and introduced us to his family and other neighbors, I admit I was instantly flattered by his charming personality. Mr. and Mrs. Chaudhary have a pretty teenage daughter. Chaudhary’s main activity is the Real Estate business. Over the years, Chaudhary had managed to buy up a few flats in our society.
He was also member of the society managing committee, and in charge of the maintenance and administration of our society.
In our society, most of the women were housewives. So once the men left for their offices and the women finished their household chores, we used to gather at anyone’s flat and gossip. The usual chatter would be who is having an affair with whom and whose daughter has been losing morals or whose sister eloped and things like that. One day I was surprised when one of the women commented that Chaudhary has his eyes on Saima. Another woman chipped in saying that Chaudhary always had an eye for new and attractive women. Chaudhary’s wife hotly replied that I was like her sister and what is wrong if her husband looks at me!
That got me thinking. From that day I started looking for signs of his interest in me.
That woman was right. I saw Chaudhary stealing secret glances at me whenever our paths crossed. One evening, I was returning from the market when we met in the hallway. I was wearing a green knee-length Kurti and Black Leggings, and had left open my black shoulder-length hair, which fell to my back. A simple conversation started when he asked me how things were going and such. But all that time Chaudhary’s eyes would wander down to my chest every few seconds. And when our conversation ended and I walked away, I turned my head back and saw him simply standing there, his eyes fixated on my buttocks. I blushed and started walking again. It was strangely exciting!
As soon as I reached my flat, I went straightaway to the bedroom and observed myself in the mirror. I have a very average body, about 5’4″ in height, fair in complexion with straight raven black hair and smooth skin. I was slim earlier but had put on some weight the last few years, luckily in the right places. As a result my hips and buttocks now stand out prominently. I have a fairly well-endowed bust with my bra size being 34C and my panty size is 90. That should give you a fair idea!
I was a virgin at the time of my marriage. After marriage, for the first two years, my sex life was somewhat satisfactory, but nothing like what I’d imagined it should be, from the novels I’d read and the porn movies I’d watched. Things worsened after we were unsuccessful in having our own child. Altaf also had financial tensions and slowly his interest in sex waned. Even when we did have sex, he would just get hard, insert his penis in my vagina, give me a few strokes and ejaculate inside. He would pull out quickly, wash up, and go to sleep. He gave no thought about me, no foreplay, no love talk, and no pillow talk! I would simply lie there, my unsatisfied hungry cunt leaking with his sperm. Sometimes I would quietly go and masturbate in the bathroom, but that was risky.
Being a housewife I had an ample amount of alone time at home. My husband would leave for work in the morning and return late in the evening. So with time, I secretly bought some vibrators and thick dildos online and whenever I would be alone, I would fuck myself for hours. I started watching porn for stimulus, and masturbation sessions soon became a part of my everyday schedule. I slowly turned into a sex-hungry frustrated housewife, but I never expressed my non-satisfaction to Altaf. So I hope you can therefore imagine my state, mentally and sexually.
And hence, all of a sudden being in the crosshairs of a stranger man who potentially desired me left me with a strange feeling. A feeling of breaking myself out from the monotonous inertia of my life and doing something for my own pleasure. A feeling of being up to no good.
And as I looked at my reflection in the mirror, I decided that I would test Chaudhary’s desires for me.
As I said earlier, Chaudhary used to come personally to collect the rent for the apartments that he owned. The rents were payable at different times by different flats because the frequency varied as agreed initially, and our flat rent was payable fortnightly. He would mostly came when my husband was not around.
So after a couple of days when I knew he would come to collect rent in the noon, I changed into a pair of tight leggings and kameez and intentionally wore no bra beneath.
I was brushing my hair when the doorbell rang, I opened it and as I’d expected, it was Chaudhary with his charming smile.
“Hello Saima, how are you?” he asked.
“I’m fine, thank you,” I replied with an extra sweet smile. “I guess you have come for the rent? Why don’t you come inside, I’ll get you a cold drink while I bring the money,” I added.
“Sure, that will be great!” he replied. I noticed his eyes as usual were exploring my body. The kameez I wore was also tight and hugged my body in a way that the shape of my big aroused nipples was now clearly visible through it.
Chaudhary simply stared at my chest and swallowed visibly. I went back inside, swaying my hips intentionally which was amplified by the tight clothing. Chaudhary followed me inside and shut the door behind him.
He sat on the sofa which also faced the refrigerator. I opened the fridge’s door with my back towards Chaudhary and intentionally bent down more than required to get the cold drink can.
“Holy fuck!” he exclaimed.
I giggled and turned around to look at him, still bent over with my ass still pointing at him. I asked him with a laugh, “what?”
He said, “Oh I’m sorry for the language. It’s just that you’ve decorated the flat so well. The view from here is breathtaking!”
I blushed deeply. That was clearly a tease. I got up, walked back to where he was sitting, and handed him the can. He brushed my fingers with his, and then repeated the gesture again while taking the money. Later, while returning the empty can he caught my wrist and pressed it gently as if giving me a message.
Our eyes met very briefly. But at that moment a silent understanding seemed to pass between us. But just as quickly the look was gone and he got up, politely thanked me for the drink, and left, as if nothing unusual had happened right before.
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Around three months passed since my unusual encounter with Chaudhary. He had started to come to collect the rent in the evening when my husband was present, so I mostly kept to the kitchen or bedroom. We didn’t even once have a single conversation since and I started to suspect that Chaudhary’s interest in me had faded even before it was expressed.
But one day there was a knock early in the morning. There was Chaudhary with two more men from the society. Chaudhary introduced them to my hubby, one was the Society President and the other one was the vice president.
I was listening to the conversation from the kitchen. They invited us for the year-end society meet, which was actually a party for the residents of the society. Due to the year-end season, Altaf was knee-deep busy in office work, so he informed them that he won’t be able to attend the party but I could if I felt like going. And with that, the visitors left.
Two days later there was again a knock on the door in the morning. Since Altaf was in the shower, I went to see who was there. It was Chaudhary. As soon as he saw me, his face broke into a wide smile. He beamed at me and asked “Saima! It’s been so long, how are you?”
I smiled at him pleasantly, “I’m good as always. Altaf is in the shower, he’ll leave for the office in half an hour. Do you want to wait to talk to him?”
“No, no. I’m actually here for your RSVP. Will you be coming to the society meet tomorrow night?” he asked.
I shook my head and said innocently, “No Mr. Chaudhary, actually my husband won’t be able to come. And I don’t think it would be appropriate if I came alone.”
Chaudhary waved his hand saying insistently, “Oh, that doesn’t matter at all. It’s not like you don’t know anybody. My family would be there and all your other friends that you gossip with. Come on Saima, you must come to the party! Everyone will be there, I promise you will have an amazing time! And moreover, as a co-organizer I’m hereby making it mandatory for at least one member of a newcomer family to attend the party,” he finished with a naughty grin.
I felt like giving in. I took a deep breath and said “Okay, you’re insisting so much so I will think about it. But parties make me really nervous.”
“That’s more like it. And don’t worry, you will have a blast. Just wait and see,” and with that Chaudhary gave me an encouraging pat on my butt, said “I really hope you come to the party, Saima,” and then left.
Though he meant it only as a harmless pat, and it went with the conversation. But he had never touched me that way before, the only contact being when he caught my wrist the other day he visited, and as his big manly hand made the first contact with my bouncy buttocks, it felt more like a naughty spank and sent a shiver down my spine as I stood with the door open, watching him leave.
In a great dilemma thinking about what might happen the next day, I didn’t even realize how quickly the day passed. I stayed up late pondering over my decision.
When I woke up the next morning, it was already 10 a.m., and Altaf was ready for office. After he left, I made up my mind and informed Chaudhary’s wife about my decision to attend the party.
When the evening arrived, I dressed in black skin-tight Jeans, and a green T-shirt and leather jacket. Leading a simple regular life, I hadn’t got many opportunities since last year to go to parties and all. And as my weight has increased, my clothes felt a size too tight. I observed myself in the full-length mirror and whistled at the sexy reflection. I left my hair open and put on some makeup.
Around six in the evening, Chaudhary came to pick me up. Seeing me, he left a low whistle and exclaimed, “wahaow! Saima, you look hot! No offense, but you should try casual clothing more often.”
I smiled sweetly at him and said “Thank you, Mr. Chaudhary. I don’t really get much chance to wear them.”
He smiled back and said, “Well I’m glad you did. Let’s go.”
We left the building, and as I waited outside Mr. Chaudhary came on a motorcycle, which I found a bit odd because I knew his business was doing very well and he owned a BMW.
“My wife took the car. She has to catch a flight early morning to visit her parents, so she has to head back early and pack. And my daughter is feeling under the weather so she can’t attend the party either,” he explained.
I climbed onto the bike and sat conservatively without any contact with him, I only put my hand on his shoulder for support. “Oh that’s fine, let’s go,” I told him.
The party was being held on the roof of a 5-star hotel and it wasn’t really far, we reached there in about 20 minutes.
The party started at a slow pace and as time passed things took a swing. After dinner, all the men were busy taking alcohol over at the bar at one corner, they cheered and toasted loudly. The females were busy with the usual chit-chat and gossip.
During the initial part of the party, Chaudhary’s wife was with me, but she left the party early, as Mr. Chaudhary had said.
Around 10 p.m., the lighting went dim and a disco strobe light started flashing. The DJ dropped the beat and started playing dance numbers to the loud cheers from the audience. Initially, only the men went dancing, but later the women joined them.
Married couples danced together, unmarried ones formed pairs, and I just stood there as Chaudhary came over to me smiling sheepishly and said, “My wife left early. C’mon Saima, join me for a song!” He took me by the hand and pulled me to the dance floor. I removed my jacket and threw it at a chair.
It felt awkward at first, but in a minute we were swaying with the song’s rhythm. We maintained a foot’s distance between us, but I started to enjoy dancing with him. Both of us forgot he had asked me for just one song. As the song changed into a groovy one, slowly we edged near each other. I realized we were only inches apart and our bodies were occasionally touching and bumping together. It was dark and the only light was from the random flashing of the strobe light. Every couple was engrossed in each other. I turned around and pressed myself against him, my back to his front.
We swayed together. My back rubbed against his chest, he caressed my exposed arms with his hands. I pressed more and my buttocks were now rubbing against his groin. It was way too loud to hear anything other than the song but I could’ve sworn I heard him exclaim “God, you have a sexy ass.” I turned my head to a side and saw him, he also looked at me. We both smiled at each other naughtily and kept dancing.
Later when the song turned into a slow one, Chaudhary put his hand on the sides of my hips and turned me back around. I put my arms around his neck and we moved slowly, looking into each other’s eyes. I felt a series of heartbeats and realized they weren’t mine, I was feeling his heartbeats. I realized my breasts were pressed hard against his chest as I was leaning on him with my full weight. He put his arms on my back and started caressing. I looked around to see if anyone was watching.
All the couples were immersed in each other’s arms and no one was paying attention to us, moreover, I was too involved in the moment to care anyways. I put my head on his chest as we moved with a slow rhythm. One of his hands moved down and started making slow circles, I shivered in his arms. How many songs we held each other I didn’t know, we were truly lost in feeling each other. His hand was now resting my ass cheek, he was rubbing it ever so lightly. My breaths had become more frequent now.
Then he gave my butt a squeeze, causing a moan to escape my mouth into his chest. We held each other even tighter. It was a tender moment and I was completely aroused, could feel the dampness between my legs. My legs were weakening because of the arousal, I had to stop dancing!
“Hey,” I said, my head still resting on his chest.
“Hey, you alright?” he asked with concern in his voice.
I looked up at him, we still held each other and I said, “No, I’m actually very tired. Can we go now?”
“Sure, definitely!” he said, and we left the dance floor. He grabbed my jacket and helped me get into it.
Late December can get like a freezing hell at night and my leather jacket wasn’t enough. So when I climbed onto his bike behind him, I grabbed onto him tightly, pressing my body as hard as I could to share the body heat. The cold winds were punishing, and I was thankful the flat wasn’t very far away.
After we reached our building, Chaudhary insisted on accompanying me to the flat. We took the stairs, Chaudhary followed behind me instead of walking side-by-side, I got a feeling that he was watching my ass. The thought of him watching me picked up my heartbeat. Finally, we reached our floor.
As I unlocked the door to my flat, I turned around and said to him, “Um, would you like to come and have a cup of hot coffee. It’s awfully cold tonight.”
He looked at me unsurely and said, “um, okay yeah! Why not, that sounds great..” His tone suggested he was nervous about being in a room alone with me.
I went in first, he followed behind me. I heard him shut the door behind us, felt his eyes on me. My heart was practically fluttering in my chest with the unknown prospect of what could happen between us.
“I really had a good time tonight, Mr. Chaudhary. Thank you very much,” I told him.
“Oh don’t mention it!” he said, then added, “To be honest, I’ve never had such an amazing dancing experience even with my wife.”
I looked at him and we smiled at each other nervously. I removed my jacket slowly. All the while I felt his eyes on me, he was observing me openly. I went to the kitchen and put the water for boiling. Right then I heard his footsteps following me into the kitchen.
He came up behind me and I felt his hands on my shoulder. I froze on the spot.
His hands went down, caressing my arms, kept going further down until they were on my hips. Then he brought his hands over my buttocks and then gave a hard squeeze. I gasped audibly and suddenly he was embracing me from behind. His hands wrapped around my stomach, he pressed his body on me. I felt his crotch being pressed hard against my ass, he was hard, completely aroused. I felt his lips on my neck, I closed my eyes and at the same time, his hands came up and grabbed my breasts. He squeezed them tightly with his big manly hands and kissed me passionately on my neck, I moaned with pleasure. He was pressing his groin against my buttocks again and again, and the next thing I knew, I too was pressing my ass against his hard crotch matching his rhythm, letting him hump me.
The moment lasted a couple of minutes but felt like an eternity, and suddenly he left me and stepped back. He said with a weak voice, “I–I think I should go now.”
And then he left. It was pretty clear now we wanted each other but he was just as scared as me.
I stood there catching my labored breaths, my heart was beating in my throat.
I was still aroused, I locked the main door, rushed to the bedroom, and shut the door. I removed my jeans and the t-shirt, unhooked my bra, removed the panties all in a hurry, and fell naked on the bed on my back. My right hand quickly found its way to my mound, I kept it trimmed regularly. I stroked my labia which was already damp with arousal.
I closed my eyes as I increased the pace, rubbing my clitoris. My breath became rasped, my other hand was now on my breast, squeezing and pinching the erect nipple.
I inserted a finger and began stroking it inside my vagina roughly, but that still wasn’t cutting it, I needed something more. Something big. My hands stopped their motion, my eyes opened, I quickly climbed off the bed and rushed to the cupboard, opened it, and started rummaging through my clothes. There it was, the 6-inch long thick shiny purple-colored dildo which I kept hidden in my clothes.
I was way too horny to shut the cupboard door, I rushed back and lied down on the bed, and spread my legs wide. I massaged the slit of my labia with the tip of the dildo and then pushed it slightly against my vagina, the tip went first and then it shoved it more until all of it was inside. My head sunk in the pillows, I closed my eyes and my thoughts went back to how Chaudhary had groped my breasts, sucked on my neck, and humped his crotch against my ass.
I started shoving the dildo in and out, picturing Chaudhary naked lying over me and fucking me, his hard long dick sliding in and out of me. I increased the pace more and more until I was fucking myself roughly. My moans and heavy breaths were melding into one and getting louder, and I felt an orgasm building, my right hand was going numb with the to and fro motions, the thick dildo sliding in and out of me. I was now right on the edge, my hand wasn’t sliding the dildo anymore, simply jerking it inside my vagina, my waist rose as I reached the peak and suddenly the orgasm exploded. My pelvis rose, again and again, I moaned with it into my hand as my body convulsed with an orgasm.
Afterwards, I lay in the bed catching my breath, the dildo still inside me. I took it out and licked my salty juices off of it.
I stared at the ceiling. A completely new chapter of my life was unfolding before me. A taboo chapter nevertheless.
The next day, Altaf got permission to report late to the office because of the extra time he had put in the previous night and helped meet a critical project deadline.
Taking the opportunity of Altaf being alone at home, as well as trying to get over the guilt of the previous night, I’d worn a deep-necked Kurti without a bra, hoping to entice Altaf to a session in bed. But he had just rolled over and said he was too tired, leaving me disappointed and frustrated yet again.
It was also the first of the month, which meant Chaudhary would be coming over to collect the rent.
At 11 o’clock sharp, the doorbell rang. Altaf opened the door, while I was in the kitchen preparing breakfast for him, and could overhear their conversation.
“Good morning, Mr.Chaudhary. How are you?”
“I’m well, Altaf. And how are you? We missed you at the party yesterday.”
“Oh yes, I was caught up at work. I had a critical deadline to meet. Anyways, please come inside.”
Altaf led Chaudhary to the sitting room, after which he came to the kitchen and asked me to prepare some tea for them. Then he went back to the sitting room and engaged Chaudhary in chit-chat.
Just as the tea was ready, I heard Altaf say, “Please give me a minute, while I get the cash for the rent.”
Along with two cups of tea, I served some bread pudding in two bowls and brought it all out to the sitting room on a tray.
Chaudhary’s face lit up the moment he saw me entering the room.
“Good morning, Mr. Chaudhary. How are you? Would you like some tea?”
“Oh sure, Saima. That’s so nice of you. I have a long day ahead, today.”
I lay the tray on the table, bending down low, letting my dupatta fall down, and giving Chaudhary a good view of my deep cleavage and my creamy breasts.
“Mr.Chaudhary, how much sugar would you like in your tea?” I asked, looking up at his face.
He was gazing straight into my cleavage like a mesmerized deer in the headlights, and I saw him take a deep breath and lick his lips slightly.
“Mr. Chaudhary?”
“Oh. Two spoons, please,” he said, breaking out of his trance.
I took my time adding the sugar to the tea, stirring slowly, letting Chaudhary savour the view. As I stirred the tea, I glanced up at his crotch and noticed his manhood was straining against his trousers.
“I’ve also brought you some double ka meetha. I hope you like it. Is there anything else you would like?” I asked with a smile, looking into his eyes.
Chaudhary looked towards the door to check for Altaf, then scooped up some of the cream of the double ka meetha with his finger and brought it to my lips.
Leaning forward, I took his cream-laden finger in my mouth and sucked, licking the cream off.
He then brought his finger to his lips, tasting my saliva.
Just then I heard Altaf’s footsteps and straightened up, covering my breasts and cleavage with my dupatta.
“Sorry for taking so long, Mr. Chaudhary. There is a slight problem. Actually, the salary is not yet credited, and I only have half the rent right now,” said Altaf, with an embarassed look.
Chaudhary immediately got a frown on his face.
“By when will you be able to settle the rest of the money?”
“Give me ten days, Mr.Chaudhary, and I will surely settle the rest of the amount once my salary is credited into my account.”
“Hmmm, okay. Try not to delay it further. We don’t want unnecessary complications.”
“Yes, Mr.Chaudhary,” Altaf replied and handed him an envelope containing the cash for the rent.
“Thank you.”
Altaf sat down in one of the chairs, and I exited the room, my heart pounding.
Back in the kitchen, I leaned back against the counter, my mind in tangles. One part of me wanted him so badly, a real man who could satisfy my sexual needs; while another kept pulling me back, reminding me of the consequences if we were found out. The former was winning.
After some time, I overheard Chaudhary say, “Thank you so much, Altaf. I must take your leave now. I have a long day ahead of me. Please thank Saima for the delicious double ka meetha and the tea.”
Altaf saw him off at the door.
After he left, Altaf came to the kitchen and said, “Such a greedy bastard. Drives a BMW, but makes such a fuss just because I said the full rent will be delayed a bit.”
“But I don’t think he said anything other than ask when we can pay the rest of the rent,” I said.
“Did you iron my shirt?” he asked me, ignoring my comment. He then turned around and went back to the bedroom to get ready for office.
Once Altaf had left for office, I waited for Chaudhary’s knock on the door, but it didn’t come. Nor did it come for the next few days either. Now I started getting desperate. Was Chaudhary playing me? Or was he just too scared to take the next step? How many more hints did he need?
A few days later, Altaf announced that he had been asked to go out of town for a week on office work. He had to leave the very next morning.
“For a whole week? And at such short notice?” I asked feigning concern, secretly happy that this might be my opportunity to “get to know Chaudhary better.”
“Yes. There is some issue that has come up and the boss wants me to go check it out immediately. He actually wanted me to leave today itself, but I managed to convince him for tomorrow morning.”
“I’m so happy to see you’ve become so important in your company, Altaf.”
He didn’t reply. He rarely acknowledged me or my compliments anymore. Over time, I had got reduced to doing the housework unquestioningly and satisfying his sexual needs which had now become almost non-existent. Which I did not mind, because he was not able to satisfy me anyway.
The next morning, my mind raced with ideas for how to tell Chaudhary that I was available for the entire week. And then I struck upon an idea.
I cut across to the Chaudharys’ apartment. His wife opened the door.
She was happy to see me. She had just finished trying out a new recipe and wanted someone to taste it. Soon we were standing in the kitchen and catching up on the regular gossip. In the course of our chatting, I informed her about Altaf’s business trip and that I would be alone at home. I was confident that this news would reach Chaudhary for sure. After about an hour of gossiping, I took her leave and came home.
The weather forecast had predicted rains and thunderstorms for the next three days, so I decided to hatch a plan taking that into account.
It started raining early morning the next day. I had often crossed Chaudhary in the mornings when I used to come back from my grocery and vegetable shopping. On that day, I made it a point to wear a pair of pink skin-tight leggings and a white kameez, with no bra beneath, and only a red dupatta to cover myself. As I stood in front of the vegetable cart, trying to juggle an umbrella, shopping bag, and my purse, while at the same time haggling with the vegetable vendor, I couldn’t help but get wet, which was what I wanted, anyways. By the time I was done, I was drenched and was thankful for the dupatta. I didn’t want to attract attention from the wrong people!
As I walked back up the staircase, I took off my dupatta, holding it in my hand. My soaked Kurti clung to me like a second skin, revealing every curve of my figure. As I’d expected, two flights up, I saw Chaudhary coming down the stairs. Both of us came to a halt on seeing each other. I smiled as I saw his eyes sweep over my body, taking in the drenched Kurti sticking to my skin, my heavy creamy breasts heaving from the climb and the excitement of the moment, before finally resting on my hard light brown nipples clearly visible through the sheer wet cloth.
Then I slowly resumed my ascent up the stairs, running my fingertips lightly along his hand as I passed him.
Without looking back, I continued walking up the stairs slowly. After I’d turned a flight, I heard his footsteps, following me.
Opening the front door, I entered my home, leaving it slightly ajar behind me. He pushed the door open and entered, without a word, and saw me waiting for him.
As soon as he had closed the door behind him, I turned again, and walked slowly, towards the bedroom, my heart pounding. He followed my lead to the bedroom. I was like a bitch in heat, desperate for the alpha to penetrate her pussy with his hard dick and fill it with his sperm. There was no turning back now.
I walked up to the bed and turned around to face him, looking into his eyes, pleading with him to take me. He took a step closer, and with his fingertip, traced a path from my brow, down my cheeks, before running it lightly over my lips. Lifting my chin up, he brought his lips to mine, lightly, just getting the feel of his lips on mine before he started to nibble my lips with his.
I reciprocated, nibbling his lips, our kisses increasing in intensity.
I felt his hand go around my waist and pull me to himself roughly, finally letting go of all his pent-up yearning.
As we both kissed fiercely and desperately, I wrapped my arms around his broad back, pulling him into myself, crushing my soft breasts into his hard manly chest. His hard manhood pressing into me told of his arousal.
I took my hand down, to feel him through his trousers and took a deep breath as I realized how big he was. He was easily much bigger than Altaf. With sudden urgency, I undid his belt and unzipped his trousers, pushing them down his hips along with his underwear. Freed from its confines, his uncircumcised penis whipped upward and I knelt down in front of him, grasping it with both my hands like a prized toy I’d been yearning for so long.
“Oh God, you’re so big,” I breathed, as I realized it was almost as long as my forearm and thicker than my wrist. As I wrapped my fingers around it, I could feel it pulsating and the heat emanating from it.
“All for you, baby,” he smiled.
Slowly, I pushed the foreskin back with my fingers, causing him to take a deep breath. I wanted to take him in my mouth and taste him, something I’d never done with Altaf. I’d always found it repulsive to take Altaf in my mouth, but with Chaudhary, I couldn’t help myself.
Bringing my lips to it, I kissed it, and then licked the slit, tasting the pre-cum that had leaked out, in preparation for entering me. I started licking it like a lollypop, swirling my tongue on the knob. Then, opening my mouth wider, I took it in my mouth, lightly grazing it with my teeth.
Chaudhary’s knees suddenly buckled at the sensation, and he steadied himself by placing both his hands on my shoulders.
I took more of him in my mouth until I felt him pushing against the back of my throat. Then I pulled back. I wanted him to cum in my pussy, not in my mouth. I wanted him to give me the baby that Altaf never could. “Yes, a strong Hindu baby, just like him,” I thought.
I stood up, reached down to peel off the wet Kurti stuck to my skin, revealing my heaving, creamy breasts to him.
He brought his mouth to my breasts, licking them, nibbling at them, and softly biting the nipples, causing me to take a gasp at the delicious sensations.
I entwined my fingers in his hair and closed my eyes, savoring the feel of Chaudhary biting and sucking on my nipples.
He hooked his fingers in the elastic of my leggings and pushed them down, letting them fall to the ground and exposing my shaved cunt to him. Once he had removed it, he kneeled down, holding me by my hips.
My heart was pounding, my breathing deepened and I closed my eyes in anticipation.
Then I felt his warm tongue lick me lightly, making me gasp. I took my hands to his head, entwining my fingers in his hair
“Yes, Mr.Chaudhary,” I whispered, urging him on.
He started licking earnestly, each lick making me shiver and moan, each time going in a bit deeper, each lick taking me closer to an orgasm. My legs were weakening with each lick, and I slowly laid back on the bed and opened my legs to him, to allow him to taste and drink my juices as he wanted.
Soon, I felt an orgasm crashing over me like a wave, and I gripped the bedsheet with one hand, and brought the other to my breast, squeezing it as I let out a loud moan that would surely have been heard by the neighbors had it not been for the sounds of the heavy rain.
Then he lowered his powerful body on me. He pressed his strong manly hand against my left breast, squeezing it and making me moan with delight. He positioned his huge manly dick at the entrance of my cunt, with the warm head lightly pressing at the entrance, but not entering. He just held himself like that, lightly rubbing against the length of my pussy lips, driving me crazy.
“Please, I want you inside me,” I whimpered in desperation.
Without a word, Chaudhary slowly entered me and stopped when just the knob was inside. I felt stretched like never before. He was even bigger than the biggest of my dildos and it was starting to hurt, a delicious pain. I spread my legs further, to accommodate him in me. He continued pushing in slowly, very slowly, letting me get used to his size. Then he stopped pushing, and took my soft breasts in his hands, squeezing them.
I looked down and saw he still had four or five inches to go.
“Please, no more. I don’t think I can accommodate anymore,” I pleaded.
He didn’t reply and started to move his hips in mini-thrusts, pushing his cock a bit deeper with each thrust. He kept pushing in further and further, and somehow I accommodated all of his giant dick in me until he was inside me till the hilt. Once in, he gently lay on top of me and just let me get used to the feeling.
And then he started to fuck me, moving slowly. Every time he pulled back till his snake was almost out and then thrust back. Every thrust made me moan. He then held my legs up by my calves and increased his tempo. I began breathing and heaving each time he would thrust in, and when I felt his balls slap on my ass cheeks, an orgasm surged through me, making me let out a guttural moan. Before I was done, he speeded up his thrusts, skewering me with his monster dick, bottoming out every, and sending me headlong into another orgasm. He kept thrusting relentlessly, giving me orgasm after orgasm, each stronger than the previous, until I felt him grow thicker, preparing to give me his seed. At this point, he hugged me tightly, crushing my breasts into his broad chest, as he let go inside me, filling me with what seemed like an endless supply of his sperm.
“Yes, give me your sperm. Give me a strong Hindu baby,” I cried, as I felt him fill me up. I grabbed his head and kissed him wildly, tears in my eyes.
After he had finished cumming in me, he noticed my tears and said, “Saima, baby? Did I hurt you?”
“No, you just made me feel like a woman for the first time in my whole life. What my worthless husband could not do ever.”
I slowly felt him soften inside me, and he pulled out of me slowly.
Chaudhary continued to take me every day, fucking me to the most mind-blowing orgasms ever. I am now his sex nymph, craving for his huge dick inside me every day.
===Epilogue===
Two months later, when I missed my periods, I visited the doctor, who confirmed that I was pregnant. Pregnant! Pregnant with Chaudhary’s child. Chaudhary’s Hindu child.
When I came home, I let the doctor’s report lie on the table at the entrance, where he kept his car keys. Altaf and I had not had sex for over six months, so when he home came from office in the evening and read it, he didn’t know what to make of it. He just looked at me with a blank look, which slowly turned to rage.
“You whore,” he hissed, and came towards me to strike me.
“Don’t you dare touch her, you impotent wimp,” came a voice from a corner of the room.
Altaf turned around to see Chaudhary sitting on one of the sofas, casually sipping a glass of rum in his hand.
“Come, sit,” he indicated to Altaf.
But Altaf just stood rooted to his place, staring at Chaudhary incredulously.
“I said, sit,” Chaudhary said, his voice rising and pointing to a sofa, as if he were training a dog.
Slowly, Altaf sat where he had been told, with his hands clasped between his legs.
“I have made Saima mine. I have given her a child, which you never could, and never can. You will raise the child the way I tell you, in the Hindu way. If you harm even a single strand of hair of Saima or my child, I will chop your balls off. Do you understand?”
Altaf stared back at him, wordlessly.
“Did you understand what I just said?”
“Yes,” mumbled Altaf
“Yes, what?
“Yes, sir,” said Altaf, nodding his head, and looking down at the floor.
“Why are you looking so sad, Altaf? At least now you will not have to face the taunts of your family for not giving me a child,” I said to him.
He looked at me blankly, trying to register what I’d just said. Then there was a flicker of understanding in his eyes, and he slowly turned his head to look at Chaudhary.
“You should thank Mr.Chaudhary for giving us a child and saving your honour in front of your family,” I told him.
Altaf again looked at me, and then back at Chaudhary, who smirked and took another sip of his drink.
“Thank him, Altaf.”
After a long silence, Altaf said softly, “Thank you, Mr.Chaudhary.”
Chaudhary held out his hand for me, and I walked up to him, took his hand, and sat in his lap. I then bend down to kiss him, and felt his hand slip inside my Kurti, and cup my left breast.
“You may leave now,” said Chaudhary to Altaf, without looking at him, busy kissing me.
“Or, if you want to watch how I take your wife, you may do that also. If it turns you on, you can go sit in that corner and jerk off.”
Altaf didn’t reply or move from his place.
After a while, when Chaudhary had taken his other hand between my thighs and was stroking my pussy through my salwar and panties, making me pant with lust, Altaf said, “Sir, I have one request,” his hands clasped in front of him, and looking down at the floor submissively.
“Yes, tell me.”
“Sir, would you be able to reduce the rent a bit?”
“How much more should I do for you? I’ve already given your wife a child and saved your izzat. Now you want me to reduce the rent also?” Chaudhary asked with irritation.
“Please sir. It’s getting a little tough.”
“Hmmm. Yes, okay. I’ll reduce it by 3000. Happy?”
“Thank you, sir.”
“Okay, so now don’t disturb us again. Either get out of the room, or go and sit in that corner and enjoy the show.”
“Yes sir,” replied Altaf, as he went to the corner Chaudhary had indicated and sat down on the floor.