Hindu wife cheat hubby for muslim men

Hi I am Rani 26 I like to share my experience to you all. I got married to arun 1

years back .I am a housewife and he worked in a company .As the house rent was high
we shifted to outer of the city. We found a new house where the house owner stayed
in one portion and we stayed in the side portion. As we were only two of us we
occupied with 1BHK. The house owner were a nice and a friendly person. They were
only 3 of them father mother and their son akram. I used to call them uncle and
aunty where akram was doing his 12 std and his parents both were working They all
go by 8:30 in the morning they give the key to me as akram come by 4 pm in the
evening. akram use to call me akka.

We had a lot of space in the back side of the house and I use to help the house
owner so they like me a lot and became more close to me. He use to come home often
and he was let free to come home any time and any where. I use to sit and wash my
dish keeping my saree above my knees not to get wet and some time also use to
change my dress with out closing the door. akram use to come and talk while washing
and this happened every day and akram use to looking at my cleavage and legs but I
did not bother to cover as he was a small boy. This went for a month and his exam
got over.

akrams parents go for work in the morning and he will be alone at home akram most
of the time he uses to come and chat with me while washing or cooking. One day I
went to akrams house and asked for a movie CD, aunty said akram has gone with his
father to the market then aunty asked me to take it form akram room and his room
was upstairs. it will be in the cupboard I went and opened the cupboard and got a
CD then I purposely searched his cupboard if he had any other CD while searching I
was shocked to see my bra and my panty which was missing few days back.

I think he use to wear my panty and bra and masturbate because there were patches
in the panty which I found there I did not know what to do. I kept it where ever it
was and went home and was thinking of him. I taught of telling my husband about
this but if he misunderstands this then it will become a problem. Taught of telling
his mom she would kill him or she will tell us to vacate the house so I did not
tell any one and kept in my mind.

Ok let me tell about myself I am 5 feet I have a nice pair of big boobs and round
ass and a flat stomach 36 30 34 while walking my ass will move up and down. To be
honest I am very careless in my dressing when I am at home. I normally use to wear
saree at home and it use to be a low hip and my blouses are low cut and even some
time my saree moves away from my boobs. After few days one morning he was in his
room sitting in front of the computer when I went there but he did not notice me
but I was shocked to see akram watching some sexy picture. I stood there for few
seconds and watched him he was pressing his hard cock.

I went back to my room thinking of his cock and only then I knew why he always
stands near me while washing the dishes and stares at my boobs my cleavage and my
legs. Then After two days one morning around 10am. I went inside his house with out
taping the door I went to his room door was half closed I just peeped into his room
and I was shocked to see akram standing nude holding my panty and he was wearing my
bra and masturbating his penis my god his penis was long and thick I saw him
masturbating for few minutes till akram splashed his sperms on my panty then I went
to my home he did not see me.

Now when I see him I keep looking at his bulge in his shorts and this made me to
see his cock when ever I get a chance. Then one evening I went and purchased some
bra and panty with different color and different style. I also got 2 nights out of
which one was normal and the other one was a front open with buttons from top to
bottom. I kept my purchased bag in the hall sofa and went to sl**p.

Next day after his parents went to office akram came and asked where did u go
yesterday evening I told him I went to purchase some dress for me and was cooking
after some time I saw akram looking at my new purchased bra and panty then I asked
him what r u doing, he said I am looking at your new purchased dress and the dress
looks good for you. Then I told him one of my black bra and panty is missing some
one have taken it then I saw a change in akrams face and I could see a big bulge on
his pants also. From the next day I started to wear those dress I was thinking of
akram. From that incident I slowly started to wear some tight dress and loose dress
to show my asserts to akram and I do this only when me and akram are alone at home
other wise I wear normal dress. After two days after all went to the office

I wore the bra and panty with a loose night and this was the first time dressing
like this in the morning and was preparing my lunch. akram came in and saw me in
this dress and said you look different today akka . I felt little shy also but
akram was looking at me from top to bottom and watching my round ass and purposely
bent few times for akram to see my boobs and I saw the bulge in his pants.

Next day as I want to tease him more I wore the night with front buttons did not
wearing anything inside the night my ass and my boobs were bouncing up and down
while walking and he could see my erected nipple clearly. After few minutes akram
could not control himself he went to his house then after few minutes I went to see
akram, he was standing nude masturbating with my panty in his hand as soon as he
saw me he was trying to hide the panty but he forgot to hide his cock it was long
and standing straight.

I went near him to get the panty from his hand while taking my panty I had a closer
look of his cock and gave few touch’s and got my panty and bra from him and walked
to my home and I fingered myself that day and we did not meet each other for the
next two days I was scared if any problem will come but nothing happened for two
days and it was a week end.

On Monday morning everyone went to the office I felt little bold and why not to
tease akram as I have seen him nude many times I took bath and I wore the night
with front button and I did not button my last three in the bottom purposely and
did not wear my bra and panty. akram came home and he was watching TV as if nothing
had happened. when I walked towards him my night was away and he was able to see my
legs up to my thighs and I could not close because I had coffee in one hand and
some snakes in the other hand I went to him and bent down to keep the snakes and to
show him my boobs I made it very slow that for akram to have a good look of my
boobs.

I purposely kept walking here and there for him to watch my ass and my boob
bouncing and he was enjoying me more then the TV. After few minuets akram lost his
control and hugged me tight and kissed my neck from back and his big cock was
pressing my ass I too was in a mood we kissed each other for five minuets while
kissing akram was squeezing my ass and I touched is cock over his shorts he was not
wearing his underwear then I slowly removed his T shirt and his shorts his monster
cock in front of me I gave a squeeze and started to lick his cock like a lollypop.

Then akram went back of me and he cuped my boobs and he unbuttoned my night and let
it fall I was standing nude showing my ass to akram he went down and kissed my ass
and akram asked me to bend down and liked my ass and my shaved pussy from back.
Then akram said that this is my first time seeing women naked and you have taken me
to heaven.

He sucked my big boobs and then I sat on the sofa took his monster cock in my hand
and started to suck Like a lollypop then he licked my pussy and we where in 69
position for a long time then I took some coconut oil and asked akram to oil my
full body and I oiled his body and then I asked him to fuck me and I guided his
cock to my pussy and asked him to push his entire 7 inch cock into my cunt and I
asked him to move his cock in and out and to do it fast and he obeyed me and akram
had so much energy he fucked me more that 15 to 20 minuets.

Then he took his cock out and I masturbated till his sperms splashed on my face and
cleaned his cock my licking. Then we had bath to gather to clean our self. Now
akram said I like to see you always like this akka and he kissed my pussy. Then we
had bath together and we both was nude till afternoon.

After this incident akram comes home after all goes to the office and he use to
touch me here and there while I am cooking then I will remove his clothe and he
will remove my dress and we used to be nude at home till I finish my cooking and
have sex then we will take bath together. Now for the past two months we keep
enjoying and we had more than 10 times.

Sexy wife fuck by 2 muslim men

The speed with which the clouds gathered and the skies opened up took me by
surprise. I was on my scooter, driving back from a work-related assignment in a
village about 100 km outside of Delhi. Usually, I'd take the car for such a
distance, but it refused to start in the morning. I expected to return before
sunset, but the assignment had taken longer than expected and by the time I got
done, the villagers insisted I have dinner before leaving.

So there I was, on my scooter, close to 10 pm on a narrow local road when it

started raining cats and dogs, as the cliche goes. Since it wasn't the time for
monsoons, I expected the rain to stop soon, so I just pulled over by the side of
the road and stopped under a tree. Half an hour later and the rain still had not
let up. I was completely soaked, even under the tree.

I thought of calling home for a rescue from my predicament. As I reached into my

purse to take my cellphone out, I felt a certain dampness. That's when I realized I
had taken my fabric purse, which was obviously not waterproof. The cellphone was
also wet, and had conked off. Great, I thought to myself. Stuck here without a
working cellphone on a highway late at night. Some vehicles were passing by. I
thought of flagging one down. But there had been so many news stories recently
about a group of men in their cars or SUVs k**napping women from the roadside and
r****g them, that I did not feel comfortable doing so. I decided the best course of
action was to drive until I reached some village, and then make a call from there.

So I got on my scooter and drove for about half a km when

putt..puttt..putt...hisssss. The scooter engine just stopped with some ominous
noises. I tried to restart it. Even tried the manual kick-start. Did not work.
Great. As if things couldn't get any worse. Now I was soaked to my skin, with my
scooter and cell phone refusing to work, stranded on a deserted road at almost 11
pm. I stood there re-evaluating the option of flagging down a car. The rain had
gotten even harder now, definitely the heaviest downpour in the region in years.

Finally I decided to take the chance and stood by the edge of the road waiting for
some vehicle to pass by. Nothing. Zip. Nada, for about 10 minutes. Not a single car
or truck. Was I in the twilight zone, I wondered.

That's when I noticed a guy on one of those old rusty bicycles approaching from the
Delhi side. He was wearing a raincoat, and had his eyes on the road, so did not
notice me immediately. I called out to him and he stopped. Crossed the road and
came close to me.

"Hello.... my scooter has broken down and my phone isn't working either. Do you
have a cellphone on you?" I asked in Hindi.

The man pushed his hood back. He was bald and in his 40s. Wiped the water from his
face and replied in Hindi,

"Cellphone? No. I don't own a cellphone. But I am a mechanic. Want me to take a

look at that scooter?"

"Oh, thank you. It will be great if you can fix it."

He got off his bicycle, and started examining my scooter.

"Why are there no cars at all on this road?"

"It's a pretty bad storm, Madam. Trees fallen all over. The road is shut on the
Panipat side about a km that way. And on the Delhi side a couple of km that way. I
was just cycling back home from the garage I work at. It's just a km away."

This did not sound good. If the road was closed both ways, how was I to get home?
The man realized what I was thinking from the worried look on my face and said,

"Don't worry about the Delhi side. They were saying it will be cleared within an
hour. It's not a very big tree, they say."

He looked under the scooter a few times. Took the toolbox out of the side-box and
puttered around. Tried to start it a few times. And then said to me,

"Sorry, Madam. There is thingummy thingummy with the thingummy of the thingummy and
we need a thingummy". Well, that's not exactly what he said. But I am a total dunce
when it comes to automobiles so he might as well have said that and I wouldn't have
understood it any less.

"Alright, so can you fix it?" I asked.

"No, not here. Don't have the tools and parts for it. But if you like, we can go to
my garage. It's just a km away. We'll get there in no time. There's also a phone in
the garage, so you can call someone and have them pick you up."

That sounded like the best possible option. So we set off on foot towards his
garage. Him dragging my scooter, and me rolling his bicycle along.

"So Madam, if you don't mind. What is your name?"

"Mukta" I replied, and out of courtesy asked him, "and what is your's?"

"I am Zahid Qureishi. If you don't mind my asking.... what is a young lady like you
doing here at this time? We usually don't get Delhi 'memsaahibs' in our parts."

"I had some work in a village near Panipat. Was driving back when this storm
started."

"Yes, this storm is really unexpected. Never seen it rain like this even in the
monsoons."
He stayed silent after that, but I noticed that he'd keep stealing glances at me. I
had been so preoccupied with thinking about the scooter and how to get home, that I
didn't realize how completely soaked I was. Fortunately, as I always do while on
village assignments, I was wearing a very conservative salwar-kameez (google it if
you don't know what that is), with a long scarf around my neck and chest. But even
so, being as soaked as I was, the fabric was hugging some curves of my body more
tightly than it ever would.

Nothing too scandalous, mind you, but I am sure it was titillating enough for a
middle aged car mechanic like Zahid. His name indicated he was Muslim and Muslim
women in those parts dressed very conservatively. So I must have been quite a sight
for him. I tried not to think too much about it though. Apart from a few glances,
which were perfectly normal for any male, he had been very polite and well-behaved.
I did not feel threatened by him at all.

Finally we reached the "garage". I use quote marks because calling it a garage
would be too effusive. It was just a small tin shack, probably no bigger than the
average bedroom. There was a rusty signboard on top saying "Madinaah Atto Garriage"
with some arabic phrases on it.

Zahid put my scooter on its side-stand and banged the metal door of the shack.

"Who is it?" came a thick voice from inside.

"Mansoor, it's me Zahid. Open up."

The door creaked open and out peered a man I guessed to be Mansoor. He was
shirtless and wearing a dirty pair of boxer shorts. He was a small man, shorter
than me, and I am just 5 ft 3. Had a thick beard, and curly gray hair. I'd guess
him to be older than Zahid, maybe in his 50s.

"What happened?" he asked, staring at me.

"This is Mukta Madam. She was driving back to Delhi when her scooter broke down. I
saw her when I was going home, so brought her here."

"Hmpfff... OK... bring it in." Mansoor said and opened the folding doors
completely. Zahid and I walked in. It was, as I said, a small shack. There was a
small mattress in the corner where I guess Mansoor slept. The rest of the shack was
filled with two-wheelers, their parts and other tools. The whole place also reeked
of something I couldn't quite place... probably just grease and male sweat. In
another corner was a chair with a table, and on top of the table, a telephone.

"Can I use the phone?" I asked.

"Yes sure." Mansoor said as he started opening the scooter's casing.

I picked up the receiver and held it to my ear. Silence. No dial tone.

"There is no dial tone" I said.

Mansoor came over and took the phone from me. As he did, I could not help but
notice his still shirt-less torso. It was hairy, and he had a big pot belly. There
were some stains of grease on his belly, chest and arms.

"I guess the storm knocked the lines out."

"Oh. Is there someone close by with a cellphone?" I asked.

"There's just our garage and two other shops here - one a tea stall and another for
hardware. Both are closed, and the guys who run them don't stay in the shops like
me. You will have to walk a couple of km that way for any other shops or houses."

I weighed my options. It was still raining pretty hard. I could walk to the other
shops. But maybe I could just wait for these men to fix my scooter and then drive.
Zahid was already working pretty hard at it. Mansoor went and stood next to him and
they started discussing whatever was to be done. That's when my sneezes started.
Achoo's after achoo's. About a dozen or so.

"Looks like you are catching a cold because of your wet clothes." Mansoor said
looking at me. "If you want, I can give you a clean shirt and a lungi to change
into."

"No, that's fine. I can wait. It won't take long to fix this anyway, right?"

"It will take about an hour, and..."

He was interrupted by another bout of sneezing from me. After my sneezes subsided,
he looked pointedly at me. I could feel the sneezes getting worse. I decided that
it would be stupid to risk getting pneumonia when there wa an option to change out
of my wet clothes.

"OK I suppose I should change."

Mansoor went to the corner and opened a box. He took out a towel, a relatively
clean t-shirt, and a lungi. A lungi, for those who don't know, is a sarong-like
wrap that many Indian men wear. He gave it all to me and said,

"As you can see, there is no other room. You can change in here. Zahid and I will
wait outside." They walked out and I went to close the door. It was just a rusty
bolt which I slid into the loop. There was a nail hanging from a thread from the
bolt. The purpose of the nail, as I later realized, was to be inserted into a hole
at the end of the bolt, to act like some sort of a lock. I didn't realize it then
and left the nail hanging as it was instead of inserting it into the hole. Which,
ironically, lead to further events.

I should have moved to the back of the shack to change. But whether it was the
greasy smell or just laziness, I did not. I started changing just a couple of feet
inside the closed door. I then took off my salwar and kameez which were by now
dripping with water. I thought for a second about keeping my bra and panties on,
but they were too wet. So I took them off too, and got completely naked. I took the
towel and started drying myself. I was drying my hair when it happened. The wind
suddenly picked up, and the door started shaking from the wind.

A big and audible gust of wind came and as if in slow motion, I saw the bolt
sliding back under the pressure. In what must have been just a second, but felt
like an eternity, the bolt slid back completely and the folding doors opened with a
bang. Zahid and Mansoor who had been standing with their backs to the door were
startled by the noise and turned around.

I stood there motionless with my hands holding the towel to my hair, as Zahid and
Mansoor stared at me dumbfounded. There I was, completely naked. In front of two
men I had just met.

I was caught in two minds about what to do. Whether to cover myself up or close the
door. My first instinct was to grab whatever I could and cover my nakedness. I had
grabbed and picked up my salwar and kameez which were bundled together on the floor
at my feet. I held them in front of me and then ran forward to close the door
again. Which was a big mistake.

The gusty wind which had blown the door open was still blowing strong. My hands
were wet and slippery, as were the clothes. So the gust of wind blew my salwar and
kameez out of my hand and outside on to the street and into the darkness. And once
again my nakedness was visible to the two men who were still standing rooted to
their spots, a few feet away from the door. I now decided to close the door first.
Because of my hair getting in my face, I was struggling to pull the door back
against the wind gusts when WHOOOSHHH... something else flew by me. The shirt,
towel and lungi that Mansoor had given me had also flown out. Those were the last
possible things to cover myself with. I could now think of no short term fix to my
visible nakedness.

I sank to the ground, wrapped my hands around my folded knees, and hid my face in
them, hoping this would at least hide my boobs and pussy. The face was hidden
mainly out of shame. In a few seconds I heard someone walk in and close the door. I
also heard a chuckle, and then realized, I had heard only one set of footsteps. I
looked up and saw Mansoor putting the nail into the hole of the bolt.

"You didn't put this nail in, did you? I thought it was obvious that's what it was
there for." he said. I just started at him, red-faced. "Well, Zahid is out there
running after your clothes to get them back. Good man, that Zahid. Always does the
right thing. I, on the other hand, just had to have another look. Hehe. Come on,
don't be shy. I've seen everything anyway."

Mansoor was now standing right above me. He was fully drenched, as were his boxer
shorts, and his erection was adding to the effect, leaving little to imagination. I
could not help but stare at his penis and testicles outlines through the wet
shorts. Which turned out not to be a smart thing because he noticed what I was
looking at and said,

"Oh, that interests you? Well, fair's fair. You showed me everything, so the polite
thing would be to do the same." and in one motion he slid his shorts down. I stared
even harder. His dick was circumcised, like all Muslim men. I had so far been with
only Hindu men, and the only circumcised dicks I had seen were in porn films. I had
often fantasized about what it would feel like to touch one, take it inside, maybe
even suck it. This train of thought was running through my head as I, almost
involuntarily, reached out and touched the head of his dick. I wrapped my fingers
around it and shook it around playfully. Almost at once, the realization of what I
was doing hit me and my hand froze. I looked up at him with trepidation.

He seemed at a loss for a few seconds. So far his behavior was mostly about bravado
and arrogant needling. He probably expected me to feel shy and shrink back. And
frankly, I would have expected the same from myself. But my unexpected reaction had
surprised him as much as it surprised me. We were motionless like that for a few
seconds. I staring at him with his dick in my hands, and him standing there staring
back at me. Who moved next would be crucial in deciding the turn of events. If I
had shrunk back, or maybe yelled at him, he would certainly have backed off. But my
motionlessness gave him the opening he needed.

He bent down, grabbed hold of my hair and pushed my face towards his dick. I let go
of his dick as it hit me on the cheek. He pushed my head back and pulled it again,
this time the dick hit my closed lips. I looked up at him, and our eyes met. He
gave me a stern look, a primal dominant male look which I tried to return with a
laboriously mustered up look of resentment. Then he smiled and cocked his head to
turn his gaze lower. I followed his gaze and was shocked at what I saw. My left
hand was fingering my clit. And I was now on my knees. My body was reacting
entirely on its own without keeping me updated.
"Heh..hah...hahaha" Mansoor started laughing. I couldn't help breaking into what
they call a shit-eating grin. I felt his grip on my hair get tight again. He pulled
my head towards his dick. This time I opened my mouth and let it in. Immediate
reaction - gag reflex. A combination of the strong stink of his dick as well as the
fact that he had thrust his cock all the way in and probably hit my tonsils. He
took the dick out. I turned my head coughed a little. Then turned back to face his
dick. Took it in my right hand and started sucking on it slowly, using my usual
blowjob technique. The foreskin-less head that I had encountered for the first time
felt nice, almost like a big lollipop. I took it out occasionally to glance at it,
gave it a peck or two. I was like a little k** transfixed by a new toy.

Mansoor was now moaning in pleasure and running his hands through my hair. His eyes
were closed and he seemed to be enjoying this blowjob. I had been sucking for a
couple of minutes when there was a knock on the door. Mansoor clucked his tongue in
annoyance, and said,

"That is Zahid. Damn, I forgot about him."

He took the three steps to the door, and opened it. Zahid rushed in, holding just
my bra in his hand, and closed the door.

"Sorry Mukta Madam, the rest of it just flew away. This was stuck in a tree
so......." his voice trailed off as he took in the scene in front of his eyes.
Mansoor was standing there naked with his dick erect. I was on my knees with my
left hand still fingering my clit. He looked at Mansoor and me turn by turn, and
then said, "Oh.... I see."

"Been years since we banged a chick together, old friend." Mansoor said, slapping
him playfully on the back. He then walked past me towards the mattress and lay down
on it. He then beckoned me to go to him.

"But... is she... I mean..how come.." Zahid tried to string a sentence together,

"You're not forcing her, right?"

There was silence for a couple of seconds. I realized Zahid was looking at me for
an answer. With this break in the proceedings and Zahid's question, I had suddenly
become doubly aware of the situation. I had been willingly sucking a strange man's
dick, a fat old stinky hairy mechanic's dick, and had been fingering myself while
at it for good measure. Had I been f***ed? Zahid's question gave me an exit route
if I were to take it. I momentarily even considered it. But the work my fingers had
been up to down there had put me in a different state of mind altogether. The
normal demure Mukta who had struggled a few minutes back to cover herself up and
close the door had seemingly been carried away by the gust of winds with the
clothes. This Mukta was possessed, consumed by the most a****listic and basest of
instincts.

I got up from my knees and stood up. Slowly walked towards Zahid. Took the bra from
his hands and flung it into some corner. Then I turned around, and walked towards
Mansoor, swaying my hips exaggeratedly, giving Zahid a great look at my butt. I
reached the mattress and got down on my knees between Mansoor's spread legs. Bent
down and resumed my blowjob.

Zahid did not need an engraved invitation after this. He was out of his clothes in
a jiffy and was on his knees behind me. He fondled, pinched and slapped my tight
round butt for a while. Then put his finger in my pussy, and chuckled at the
wetness. And very soon, ahhh... a cock in my pussy. It had been weeks. After
experiencing how a circumcised cock feels in the mouth, I was now experiencing it
in the pussy. Not too different in the pussy, I must say. But there was much more
to Zahid's cock than just being circumcised. There was girth, the sort that I had
never experienced before.

Zahid drilled me hard and fast. His hand kept moving from around my waist, up my
back, playing with my boobs, back to my waist, grabbing my butt flesh and so on.
His intense fucking distracted me from my sucking and I was just holding Mansoor's
dick in my mouth. Mansoor took the lead then. He got on his knees, grabbed my hair
and started fucking my mouth. I was being pistoned hard at both ends, and was
experiencing a never-before bliss. Mansoor then started with his smack talk,

"Oh yes, oh yes, you randi, you slut. You like this don't you, you Hindu bitch? You
like being fucked by two Muslim dicks. Don't you? Don't you? Answer me, slut." and
he took his dick out of my mouth.

"Mmmm...hmm...AHHH" I moaned in response as Zahid was hitting the right spots and
the right tempo.

"Say it, bitch. Say you like being fucked by Muslim dicks."

"Yes...OOOO...AAHHH...I like...AHH..MMMM...being fucked....AHHHHHHH...by Muslim

dicks. Ohhh Zaaaaaaaaaahidddddd" I yelled as the first orgasm hit me. I don't know
if Mansoor making me acknowledge the taboo nature of this encounter played a role
in it, but I had an extremely intense orgasm. I yelled and shuddered as it lasted
longer than usual.
"Hear the Hindu bitch scream with pleasure." Mansoor said triumphantly "Bet she is
a brahmin bitch too. Are you? Are you a brahmin slut?"

"Yesssss" I exhaled. Zahid was still at it. His longevity amazed me. No one I had
slept with before could keep going this long at this pace and tempo. With some
starts and stops, and some change in pace, yeah, many had lasted longer. But Zahid
was able to keep going at the same pace, even with the friction that his thickness
and my relative tightness must have generated. Amazing.

Mansoor meanwhile resumed fucking my mouth. In a couple of minutes, his grip on my

hair tightened even more and I realized what was about to come. Within seconds, my
mouth was flooded with a big load of his cum. It took me three gulps, but I
swallowed it.

"Wow, look how easily she swallows, our little Brahmin whore." Mansoor said. He
took his dick out of my mouth, and used my hair like a napkin to wipe it off "Good
for fucking and for cleaning, HAHAHA" he added. He then backed away and sat there
looking at us. Zahid continued fucking me. It was now close to twenty minutes, I
thought to myself in the lustful haze, and he hadn't paused at all, even for a
second. As if on cue, he paused and took his dick out of my cunt with a small plop
sound.

"Get on your back." he said, "I want to look at your face."

I turned around and got on my back. Zahid put his knees on either side of my butt.
He then took my feet at put them on his shoulder. Then with his hands grabbing my
boobs hard, he rammed his dick into me again. And I almost came again. At this
angle, he had reached even farther inside and touched places that had never been
touched. And he started yet again, at that hectic pace, fucking me.

"Zahid-miyaan." Mansoor said, "Good to see your stamina has only grown with age.
But remember, you already have six k**s. You don't want a seventh, do you, if you
know what I mean."

"Yeah, I know." Zahid replied even as he kept fucking me. "I'm not planning on
cumming inside her. Unless she wants it."
"AHHH....I am...MMMM....OHHHH... on the pill. You caAAA....can..MMMHHH... cum
inside." I managed to get the sentences out. I really was on the pill, and the way
this man was fucking me, I wanted him to cum inside me.

"Haha, of course she is. That's how all these Brahmin sluts are. Taking pills so
they can go around screwing Muslims they like." Mansoor said.

"Will you shut up about the Brahmin-Muslim thing? I'm sick of it." Zahid said,
partly in embarrassment. But it probably did have some effect. He took his hands
off my boobs and put them around my thighs. Still on his knees, he straightened up
from the waist, lifting my butt off the mattress, and started ramming my cunt even
harder. I sensed what was about to happen, and realized this change of posture had
started my own orgasm. Zahid thrust his hips ahead, then back, ahead then back. My
whole body moved with him as we both had our orgasms.

Zahid exhaled loudly, let go oh my feet and stayed like that on his knees. I was
still writhing with the after-shocks of my orgasm. I could still feel his dick hard
inside me for about a minute more. He finally took it out and sat there. I took my
hand to my pussy and could not believe the amount of jizz that was coming out of
it. I sat up, unsure of what to say. Zahid seemed to be thinking the same thing.
And Zahid's rebuke had temporarily shut Mansoor's mouth too. Mansoor did however,
come close to me and start playing with my breasts.

"Let's work on her scooter." Zahid said, and Mansoor reluctantly let go of my boobs
and followed him. They both put their clothes on and started working on the
scooter.I lay there on the mattress for a while to regain my breath. It was still
raining, but the intensity had clearly waned. I got up and walked towards the
table. Picked up the phone's receiver. Ah. The dialtone was back. Phone lines were
back up. Dialed my home number.

"Hello. Mukta here." I said.

"Mukta, where have you been? I was worried sick!" my husband said, clearly worried.

"Sorry honey." I replied, "It started raining very hard and the roads got
dangerous, so I decided to turn back and return to the village to wait the storm
out. But my cellphone got wet and stopped working. And the landline connections
were down too, so could not call."

"Oh okay. Thank heavens you're safe. I was really worried. So should I come there
and pick you up? It'll take me just two hours." hubby dearest asked.

I felt something poke my butt. I turned around to see Mansoor, naked again, with
his dick erect once more, grinning at me. He put his finger on my clit and bit my
ear, silently chuckling.

"No, that's fine." I said, struggling to sound normal. "They have put me in a small
guesthouse of sorts here. I will be fine. I don't want you to drive in these
conditions. I've heard there are many fallen trees blocking the road. Plus, you
have to work tomorrow. Just go to sl**p. I'll come back in the morning. Good night,
honey."

Mansoor's finger at my clit had now found just the spot and it took monumental
effort to say that whole statement normally.

"OK, good night. And take care. This is the number I can reach you at? The one you
called from?"
"Yes, honey. Bye."

I banged the phone down breathlessly, and yelled at Mansoor,

"What the hell were you trying to do?"

"Hehe. So the brahmin slut is a married lady too. Where is your mangalsutra? You
take it off when looking for men to seduce?" he said.

"I don't wear one. What do you want anyway?" I looked over my shoulder at Zahid who
was still working on the scooter.

"As great as your mouth was, my dick would like to taste your cunt too like Zahid
did. Something to keep us busy while Zahid fixes your scooter. Also, I was
thinking, let's not distract Zahid in here. So here's an idea...."

Fifteen minutes later. Wet grass feels really odd and squishy on the bare back and
butt, I thought to myself as Mansoor lay on top of me, his pot belly frequently
brushing against the bottom of my boobs and his bear brushing against my face, as
he fucked me gradually. The rain was still falling, but was now down to a drizzle.
We were fucking under a tree, about 50 metres away from the garage. I had never
fucked outdoors in the rain before. Mansoor was not as good at fucking as Zahid,
but was decent enough.

"Ahh...that's a tight little cunt you have, Brahmin slut. What's the matter, your
husband's Hindu dick is too tiny?" With Zahid not around, Mansoor had returned to
his offensive smack talk. But the offensiveness was oddly turning me on. And making
me talk back some smack too.

"Unhh... why are you so obsessed with my being a Hindu Brahmin, you dirty old man?
Fucking Muslim women must be like fucking a dead fish." I said as I put my hands on
his butt and pulled him deeper inside.

He seemed surprised at me talking back. He paused for a bit, and took his dick out.
He pushed my butt sideways and said,

"On your knees, Hindu whore. I will now fuck you like a dog fucks a bitch."

I smiled wryly at him him and did as he said. He first spanked me for a bit,
mouthing more obscenities. Then he pummeled my pussy for a while more. I was about
to orgasm. Probably sensing that, he suddenly stopped and pulled his dick out.

"Argghhh... why did you stop?" I yelled at him at looked back. "I was so close."

"Give me your left hand" he said.

"What?"

"Just give it to me."

I did as he said.

"Now your right hand."

It took some effort but I did. He held my wrists together behind my back, and my
shoulder was mid-air. He gently pushed it down. My face was now on the wet muddy
grass, with my left cheek touching the ground. That's when I felt it. His dick
touching my asshole. Surely he wouldn't.
"No, not there!" I yelled and tried to struggle. But his grip was strong.

"Yes there. That's what you get for talking trash to me, bitch. Know your place."

And he pressed it into my asshole. It's not like I hadn't had anal sex before. I
had. But it had been a while. So it hurt initially. But after a couple of inches
had gone it, it was like my asshole remembered how it is done and relaxed.

"Damn, look at how easily it went in. You really are a whore. You clearly have done
this before. Why the drama then?"

It felt the weird kind of good that anal sex always feels. The pleasure more mental
than physical. As it happened, he didn't last too long after that. Shot his load
into my asshole and then just lay there on top of me. We walked back to the shack.
Zahid was sitting there, and my scooter had been put back together. I checked the
clock. It was almost 2 am.

"The scooter is fixed. And the rain has almost stopped You can go if you want. But
somehow I doubt you will leave this soon." Zahid smiled at me. I smiled back and
said,

"Well, you heard what I told my husband. I am supposed to be in the village. So I

can't go home right now. Is there room for me to spend the night here?"

"Hahh... considering what we have in mind, we don't need too much room." Mansoor
interjected. "Zahid, this bitch has a fine asshole too. Remember how we sandwiched
that whore in Ambala that time? I think that's definitely on the cards. Just give
me twenty minutes to recover."

"Hope you don't mind us getting a head start then." Zahid said as he took me to the
mattress. He took his clothes off and lay down on his back. I climbed on top of
him, took his dick in my cunt and started riding him. He started thrusting upwards.
Mansoor stood close to us, staring, and rubbing his dick.

They did sandwich me in a while. Zahid in my pussy and Mansoor in my ass. And it
felt fulfilling. We took a nap after that. But Mansoor woke me up in an hour and
started fucking me. Zahid also woke up and joined in. That's how it went all night.

In the morning, my pussy was sore, as was my asshole, so I slept in an they kept
the garage closed. Zahid and Mansoor went and searched my clothes and brought them
back. I had one farewell fuck each with both of them, and left for home. I promised
to come back and spend another night with them, but never did. But often when I
pass by their garage on my way to some place near Panipat, I am reminded of that
crazy night. And I feel tempted to stop and look in on them.

unfaithful wife

Tasleema Waiting to Cheat her Husband

Hello readers, I am Tasleema Parveen living in posh south Delhi colony,, aged 27
married for the past seven years. I am a housewife and my husband runs his
independent business in manufacturing. I possess almost every worldly comfort one
can ask for. A big beautiful independent house, caring family, wardrobe full of
clothes and jewels and a decent bank balance and financial security. In other
words, I live peacefully and happily without any concern.

I am 5′-3″ tall and have reasonably maintained my figure of 33-27-35 all due to my
daily morning jogging and exercises. My colour is wheatish and I have good features
and short hair that reach just below my shoulders. I am quite fond of wearing
designer clothes and I am very cautious about my appearance and always apply my
make up even if I am at home. I was married at the age of 20 by my parents , as its
very common in Muslim Families and even after years of marriage, I have maintained
my sexy looks and body well. It gives me great satisfaction to see men looking at
me and staring at my figure whenever I go out to shopping or movie dressed up in
style.

Things in my family were going very smoothly & good for everyone. My husband and I
were almost satisfied with our relationship. Physically I was only involved with my
husband and never tried anything outside. Although I had heard a lot about extra
marital affairs and swapping of partners among various other things in TV serials,
magazines articles and gossips in kitty parties etc. At times the thought of having
some fun from some other man did come to my mind to arouse me sexually, but there
was never any serious possibility or confirmed offer from any one and I never did
go ahead independently in search of a man to have sex with.

Tasleema Wants Hindu Cock

A few times my husband also talked of doing a partner swap but he also lacked the
courage to talk to any of his friends because of fear of embarrassment. On several
occasions I even suggested the names of his friends whom he could talk to for a
partner swap. There was one among his known friends called Aditya Oberoy, whom I
used to like a lot .He was very rich and belonged to a good Hindu family. He was a
smart and handsome man. He had that something in him which always attracted others
towards him ,perhaps its same with every Hindu man because they have avery good
Culture and Traditions. He had a refined sense of humour and I always felt him over
powering sexually whenever he or we visited each other. Several times I asked my
husband to talk to him if he too was willing to swap his wife. I even suggested him
the ways to start the conversation on this topic, but my husband never gathered the
courage to ask him this question so bluntly for fear of embarrassment as Aditya was
many times rich and Decent than a muslim family.

I even asked him that if he was unable to talk to him about the swap, how about me
having sex with him on my own. Although he had no objection to my having sex with
another man, but it would have to be an exchange of partners. It was amazing, he
did not have the guts to talk to his friend, and he did not want me to go ahead
either. I did not go against his wishes although I knew that I just have to make a
few gestures and signals to Aditya to bring him to my bed. So we were carrying on
the same monotonous sexual routines between us which had lost much of its charm and
excitement with the passage of time as usually like all muslims as they Eat too
much of beef . One always wants some changes in his life. As such the fun from
having sex from someone else remained in my dreams and fantasies.The low class
muslim women does it with their own In-laws , son, neighbour, boss…etc

As an alternative, my hubby and I both used to fantasize about having sex with some
other partner during our sexual inter-courses. So despite I remaining physically
committed to my hubby all these years, I was mentally sleeping with several of his
friends and mine too. Shortly I developed a crush for Aditya with whom I used to
fantasise a lot.

Tasleema after Seeing Aditya Naked, Fantasizing Him to fuck her

One thing I always liked about Aditya was his adult sense of humour. He would
always tease me by some adult joke or comment, but his comments were never crude or
vulgar. They were refined and always left a blush on my face when I got the real
meaning. Due to my repeated fantasy about having sex with him, soon I developed a
strong urge to have sex with Aditya in reality. I wanted to sleep with him at least
once. I wanted him to see and explore my naked body and fuck me hard. But all my
thoughts could never turn to reality and I continued living in my old routine life.

One day on a Sunday afternoon Aditya called up my husband and asked if we were
willing to go out to Simla for a small vacation of a few days with he and his wife
Reena, just four of us. As my husband had not a very tight schedule ahead, he asked
me if I was willing to take the next few days off. I readily agreed since it had
been quite a long time since we had taken a break and relaxed in the hills. More
over the thought of a few days in the company of Aditya was also tempting, although
I knew that nothing is going to happen what I had been dreaming of, still I would
love to be as close to him as possible.

Our journey to Simla was very enjoyable with Aditya always passing some naughty
comments on me, would tell adult jokes and also he would tease me at any
opportunity. Most of the times, I would simply blush when I understood the real
meaning of his comments and sometimes I would also reply in a fitting adult
comment. Which we would also enjoy a lot. Since this was normal with him, neither
my husband, nor his wife ever objected to this type of conversation. They would
either smile or laugh out loud at any more than funny stuff. At Simla we booked
ourselves in Hotel Mehmaan and took two separate adjoining rooms.

As I entered my room I found it well decorated with two windows on different walls
with a pair of thick curtains drawn on both of them.

Tasleema Inviting Aditya To Satisfy Her Unsatisfied Muslim Pussy and ass
The front big window had a lovely view of the valley and the road below along with
a few shops. The second window I found was face to face with another window of the
next room that was occupied by Aditya and his wife Reena. There was a small and
narrow shaft in between and the heating and air conditioning ducts and pipe lines
were passing through it. Our stay was memorable with all four of us enjoying the
cool weather and relaxed frame of minds. A day before we were to return for Delhi,
I and my hubby were taking a short nap after lunch. In the late afternoon, after
our tea I asked him to come down to the market for a few things I and Reena had
seen earlier in a showroom as I wanted to buy them. As we came out of our room, we
knocked Aditya’s room and asked them to come over to the market. Reena was already
ready but Aditya was unwilling as he wanted to take a nap further. So we three left
for the market and Aditya went on to sleep. We left him asking him to meet us at
our regular restaurant in about two hours time.

When we reached the showroom, my husband left both of us there and went ahead for a
long leisure walk further down the Mall Road as he was least interested in
shopping. He told us that he would come back in about an hour and a half on his
return walk and then we would proceed to the restaurant where Aditya would meet us
for dinner. During our shopping, I found that I had forgotten my purse in the hotel
room and did not have any money with me. Reena was also not having enough to cover
the bill for both of us.

As our hotel was not far, I asked Reena to hold on to the stuff while I bring my
purse. When I reached our hotel and entered my room, I went on to open the curtains
to let the sun in to warm up the room. Without thinking, I also pulled aside the
curtains of the window opposite Aditya’s room as I thought I was hearing some
noises from there. Since the bed in his room was right in front of the window, I
was able to see very clearly inside & I was shocked to see that Aditya was humping
the receptionist of the hotel in doggy style.
Tasleema wants Aditya’s Huge Long Uncut Cock
They both were totally naked with their clothes scattered all over the bed and some
on the floor. She had covered her face under a pillow but her head would come out
and made loud noise as “OH… UUUUFFFF… OHHHHHH AAAAAHHHHHH… YEAH …….
OOOOOOOOHHHHH…….. AAAAAAAAHHHHHH………. AAAAEEEEEEE…. OMMAAAAAHH…. MMMMMMMMM……. AAAH..
MMMMMMMMM..AAAAAYYYYYEEEEE…… AAAAHHH.. UUUUOOHHH….MORE…..FASTER……AAAAAAAAAHH…
NNNNNOOO.. MMMMMMMM…”. This sight was good enough to make me go hot and sexually
aroused immediately. They both were at such an angle , on their bed that, I was
able to see very clearly Aditya’s dick that was going in and out of her pussy.

It was really black, longer and thicker than my hubby in all respects and yes
uncut. I became so horny that I started rubbing my clit seeing all this and I also
had closed my eyes in sheer excitement. With my other hand I started pinching and
rubbing by boobs.

I got so hot that I started visualising myself taking place of the receptionist and
Aditya humping his long and thick dick inside me. It looked like a page from my
fantasies. I was really high and all of a sudden I realized what I was doing.

But to my sheer embarrassment Aditya saw me in that situation and just gave me a
meaningful smile and kept on humping her in and out. Our eyes remained locked for a
few seconds before I walked away pulling back the curtains on the window. We did
not talk or mention anything about it even till we finally arrived at Delhi. Aditya
was absolutely normal as if nothing had ever happened. The only change I could feel
was that whenever our eyes meet, he would give me a very meaningful smile which I
could never understand. We did not meet for quite some days to follow, but I was
always dreaming about what I had seen and his black long uncut dick.

At nights I always dream about me and Aditya doing sex together and he was taking
me in the doggy style, the way he was taking that girl who wasn’t much to look at
as compared to me. I kept on thinking what did Aditya see in her that I did not
have? Perhaps she wasn’t too hard in getting under him. Or maybe she was enticing
Aditya to play the games with her. Anyway, now on comparing Aditya’s dick with my
hubby’s I thought it would be more than it’s worth to try and seduce Aditya in
having sex with me and get that long hot rod satisfy my lust.

I was determined to have Aditya inside me and was planning to get him over. I
thought that possibly now Adity would not refuse if I make gestures towards him to
take me. My hubby did not allow me to have a relationship with any one, but there
would be no stopping this time for Aditya, as I would not be telling him anything.
Yes, I would be cheating on him.

Since coming back from Simla there was no contact with Aditya for quite some time
and I did not want to lose the initiative, I casually asked my husband a couple of
times to invite them both to a dinner at our home. He agreed and after a few days
invited them both for dinner on a weekend.

They both agreed to come and I made preparations for some very special food items
and a sweet dish made of rice and milk which I was sure everyone would like ,I
specially kept the Hindu dishes in mind. Before their arrival, I was getting ready
and dressing myself in an off white saree and a matching deep neck and back blouse
to reveal my cuts and show off my figure instead of my usual shirt and trousers. I
purposefully draped the Saree a shade further below my naval to reveal a good
amount of my belly. I also did some light make up to look even more desirable and I
was ready for him when I was satisfied with my looks.I put on this specially to
look like a Hindu housewife , so that mentally I could seduce Aditya.

My husband did try to take some liberties seeing me like that, but I forcefully
averted his advances to remain fresh for Aditya’s sake. He even passed a naughty
comment, “come on Tasleema, you still have to come to me at night any way, don’t
count on Aditya, and you can’t seduce him”. I glared at him and he left the room
laughing on his joke. I was this time determined to prove him wrong and was sure
Aditya would this time love to tease me even harder and I was ready to arouse him
and tease him as well so that it is not very long before he takes me.

When they arrived and I came out of my room to greet them, I found that Aditya
gaped at me and a glimpse of lust came into his eyes when he saw the cuts of my
body in my attire. He continued looking at my chest and naval areas not saying
anything but smiling on his own. I wanted him to complement me and tease me on my
appearance but he was smart enough to understand that such a comment in front of
his wife could spell trouble for him later.

We all were sitting in the lounge on the sofa sets talking and chatting about this
and that. I was sitting opposite Aditya and occasionally shift my position so that
he can take a good look at my exposed areas. Soon the topic shifted to our trip to
Simla and how we had enjoyed it. We all were recollecting our memories when Aditya
siad, “the trip to Simla was memorable one. Our hotel was really nice and some
views from my windows were absolutely amazing.” He was looking at me and further
added, “The hotel was ideally located and the staff so willing to co-operate that I
would always remember it”.

I knew what he really meant and the entire scene of his fucking the hotel girl and
me looking at them from the window of my room came into my mind. He then pointedly
asked me that how did I felt about it. While getting up to serve the dinner, I
simply replied that no doubt the hotel staff was more than co-operative and a few
views from the windows were breadth taking.

No one but only we two could understand what we really meant in our statements, for
them it were just casual comments. At dinner time I was serving dishes to him & my
husband who were sitting on different corners of the table. I had purposefully
asked Reena to remain inside the kitchen and fill the bowls with dishes that I had
already made after heating them. This gave me an opportunity to serve and get in
close with Aditya.

While serving him, I used to get so close that while pouring any dish in his plate,
I could touch his arm with mine or my fingers. I had been waiting to tease him so
this time while serving the specially made sweet dish; I showed him my cleavage by
bending a little more than required. He stared at it and gave a smile to me and
uttered his thanks softly. I was not sure if the thanks was for the dish or the
view. After sometime I asked him if he wanted some more of the sweet dish, for
which he said “sure why not, it is looking so good.”

I knew he was referring to my cleavage by saying that it was looking good. I also
knew what he really wanted was another peep at my boobs. I smiled and served him in
the same manner, but this time I purposefully left my side pallu a bit loose and I
knew that now he would not only get a good view of the top of my boobs but also a
little portion of the top of my bra.

This was what I wanted him to see. He passed a very naughty comment, “looks like
this sweet dish is made from the supply out of those two attractive milk
containers” which only I could hear as at that time my hubby was attending a phone
call and his wife was in the kitchen putting away the crockery. I blushed to red
and not knowing what to say I gave him a meaningful and naughty smile before moving
away as my hubby had just come in.

After dinner, we were sitting in the drawing room and chatting and talking over
various topics. At one point, the discussion came towards general health and a
common problem of weakness in the body. My hubby was telling that instead of taking
medicines and tonics, one should take natural fruits and vegetables to cure simple
ailments.

He told that bananas were the best for such problem as it has every thing the body
needs. Aditya looking at me with a naughty smile on his face asked me to take
bananas daily without fail as it satisfies the body needs. He further asked me to
let him know if it were in a short supply any time. He added that long and thick
bananas were always the best among all. I knew what he really meant and I just
blushed at his comment and said nothing. Since it was normal for him to pass such
comments, my hubby and his wife also did not give much attention to it.

Later as Aditya and Reena were getting ready to leave, Reena went into the wash
room to make up her face and adjust her clothes. My husband had gone to our bed
room to pick up the door keys when the phone rang and he picked it up from there.
It was one of his long business calls at odd hours. As I started to move out of the
room, Aditya without impulses and not seeing me moving out also tried to come out
of the room. It was pure by chance or luck that we both tried to cross the door at
the same time and got stuck in between. Neither of us were able to cross the door
and our bodies were crushed together.

We remained like that for a few seconds. A shivering sensation ran down my body
because of the touch from Aditya’s body from top to bottom. My breasts were pressed
against his chest, my tummy and the lower portion with his libido, my thighs with
his thighs. I couldn’t help closing my eyes for may be a second or so as I had
started getting aroused.

Since neither my hubby nor Reena were there, Aditya took the best use of the
opportunity and he bent a little to kiss me on my cheek. As I said nothing but
shivered closing my eyes, he planted a small kiss on my lips before he pulled out.
A Kiss from Aditya Oberoyon my lips really turned me on. I was pleasantly shocked
and Aditya while leaving said the good night wishes and thanks for the sweets I had
so lovingly served. No one but I understood what he meant by “lovingly served”.
Aditya’s kiss had aroused me sexually so much that I couldn’t sleep properly the
whole night. I was hugging and crushing my husband all the time thinking that I was
with Aditya. Even while having sex with my hubby I suppressed crying out Aditya’s
name in ecstasy.

Tasleema Playing with Aditya’s Huge and giant Hindu Cock

The next day around in the after noon Aditya called me up on my mobile to thank
once again for the lovely sweet dish serving and finally the good night kisses. I
said nothing in that regard but we kept on talking for some time before I had to
hang up as our maid was ringing the bell who had come to do her daily job. Then
slowly we started talking over the phone during daytime for hours together. This
time was suitable to both of us as my husband was away on his works and Aditya was
comfortably sitting in his office chamber. We became so close and intimate that he
started telling me all about his girl friends and how he used to make love to them.
Most of the girls he had sex with were either his neighbours who were the friend of
his wife and wives of a couple of his friends and employees. The whole conversation
was more like the phone sex. I enjoyed talking to him so much that I would get hot
and would put my hand inside my salwar and start rubbing my pussy. At times I would
lock the doors and undress completely to rub my pussy or pinch my boobs while
talking to him. I now wanted him more than any man in the world.

Once my husband had to go out of station with one of his business associates and he
was to return late at night. I was all alone once the maid had left in the morning
after finishing her job. As I had nothing to do, I was just playing with my phone
book, searching for some one to talk to. Suddenly the phone bell rang and as I
picked up the phone and said “hello”, I heard the voice, “hello my dear bhabhi, how
are you today”, it was Aditya on the other end. All of a sudden, my eyes lit up, my
pulse rate shot up and my mouth turned dry as it was an ideal time and opportunity
for a long phone sex. I wished if he could come over to my place and take full use
of the opportunity of having the house completely to ourselves. As we started
talking, I told him about me being alone at home and my hubby out of Delhi and his
return late night. After a short conversation, he told me that he had some work
near our place and would like to have a cup of tea with me if that was OK with me?
I stammered “sure why not”. He further asked if I needed any thing from the market,
he can bring it over with him. Without thinking and with an intention to tease him,
I told him to get a bananas remembering what he said when he came to dinner. It was
just a teaser for him but the moment I uttered these words, I bite my tongue as I
never thought what it could really mean. He understood my words and said that he
would be with me in around half an hour along with the banana and he further asked
me to get ready to have it. I knew what will happen to me once he comes. I was
prepared for that as I wanted him inside me. More over today was a great
opportunity as no one was there till late night and I could never get a second
chance. I was thinking that, when my husband had allowed me for a partner swap, it
means he has no objection if I sleep with some other man. So doing this with Aditya
was no cheating with my hubby. I was just trying to justify my actions with foolish
reasons. Later, I went to the wash room to apply a touch of light make up and some
perfumes. I changed my dress to an attractive Saree and matching blouse that had
deep neck to show a good view of the upper of my boobs. A few minutes later I saw
him coming from my balcony. The very sight of him made my heart beat even faster.

Tasleema Loves Aditya’s Big Cock

I unlocked the main door for him to enter when he comes through the staircase and
went back to the windows to draw the curtains near the kitchen. I not only wanted
dim light in the house, but also wanted to make sure that no one can peep on us
like I had seen Bharat in Simla. He came directly to me after closing and locking
the main door. I was in the kitchen waiting for him and doing nothing but adjusting
the things on the counter. He came from behind and cuddled me, and he whispered in
my ears that he was waiting for this opportunity since a long time, perhaps since
the time he saw me first getting married.

“Honey I knew that sooner or later you would be with me when you saw me fucking
that hotel girl”. I just kept quite and when he hugged me shiver went through my
spine. He kissed my ears, licked my earlobes, and then he kissed my neck and my
cheeks, all these time his hands were over my bare tummy, playing over my naval.
Slowly, his hands moved upwards and he cupped my both boobs and pressed them softly
making me give a light moan. “Please…. Please Aditya wait….let’s go inside…….not
here please…. WAIT….WAIT … NO..NO ADITYA…..UMMMMMMMM…….. MAAN BHI JAO ADITYA ……
AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH……..
As he was pressing his body with mine from behind, I could almost feel his dick
growing in size in between my buttocks. It was getting bigger and harder and looked
like it would come out of his trousers on its own and penetrate into me from
behind.

He turned me over, I had closed my eyes and was biting my lower lip to control my
emotions. I did not want him to read what was

Aditya preapering His Big Cock to Satisfy Tasleema’s Married Pussy

going on in my mind. I turned towards him slowly, he removed my pallu from my
shoulder. I was breathing heavily making my chest go up and down with every breadth
I took. I slowly opened my eyes to see he was looking at me. “How beautiful you are
Tasleema”. Saying this Aditya started kissing me on my lips. The very touch of his
lips over mine set my whole body on fire. He had started sucking my lips and
tongue. I was getting high and horny. I also started supporting his kiss and
started inserting my tongue in his mouth exploring inside his. We were now tasting
each others saliva. We remained locked like that for several minutes and got
separated only to regain our breadth.

Having now fully sexually aroused, I wanted to take him now as I was unable to
control myself. But he was in no hurry. He then started kissing my neck and top of
my boobs, while I was removing his shirt buttons, and he was opening the hooks of
my blouse and removing it from my body. Dropping my blouse on the floor, he carried
me to my bed room holding me in his strong arms. Inside the room, we both sat on
the bed on which I had always been fucked by my hubby. But today it was going to be
my lover who would take his place. As he was opening the hook of my bra and remove
the straps, I went to his pant and unzipped it and then caught his rod which had
grown to fullest extent over his underwear.

Tasleema Wildly Sucking Aditya’s Hindu Cock

He had removed my blouse and bra and I was topless in front of him. I was feeling
shy since it was for the first time I was standing nude in front of a man other
than my husband. He pinched my nipples, then kissed and sucked them and started
licking all over my chest with the tip of his tongue. His other hand was working on
my sari and he removed a major portion of it and I was left in almost my petticoat
only. Later he pulled the string of the petticoat and allowed it fell on the floor.
He removed it along with my panties, which was wet and was dripping since I was
discharging from my vagina.

I was now standing totally naked in front of Aditya Oberoy my dream man and he was
looking at my boobs, my flat tummy and my vagina with a great sexual hungry look in
his eyes. I hid my face with my both hands to cover my shyness and embarrassment.
He said, “Tasleema you are really hot and beautiful, I had never fucked any Muslim
whore like you before”. He took me in his arms while kissing me all over. I also
kissed his hairy chest sucked his nipples while he was pinching my nipples turning
them hard and erect like his own cock. His touches and kisses were setting my whole
body in a sexual fire. I was getting higher and hotter.

Later he sucked my boobs one after the other, while his hand was working on my
clit. I started moaning, “UUMMMMMMMM……..ADITya…..RUB AND PINCH MY BOOBS MORE,
….SUCK THEM HARDER, ……. UMMMMMMMM…… I WANT TO INCREASE MY BOOB’S SIZE,… I WANT A
BIGGER SIZE OF MY BREAST… DO IT NOW ADI…….DO IT MORE FOR ME…AAAAAAAAHHH….ADI…MERE
BOOBS KA SIZE BARA KAR DO….AAAAAAAHH….I LOVE YOUR FEEL ADI…….. ADI……UUUUUUHHH.. I
LOVE YOUR TOUCH …..ADItya….. TASLEEMA IS NOW YOUR SLAVE…… MUJHE JAISE CHAHE CHOD LO
ADITYA…….FUCK ME ADITYA…LIKE I HAVE NEVER BEEN FUCKED BEFORE…..NOW TAKE ME
ADITYa……. ADITYA…TAKE ME NOW…… Aditya sucked and pinched my nipples so hard that I
almost cried in pain and pleasure. AAAAAHHHHHH.. UUUFFFFFF…..HIII…..ALLAHA…YA…
ALLAHAAA….AAAAAAEEEEEE…. NOOOOO .. OOOOOOUUUUUUU….. YEAH ADITYA DO IT MORE..YES
..YES…I AM COMING ADITYA……I AM COMING…AAAAAAAAA. He had pierced three of his
figures into my hole, after few minutes I released huge orgasm, by this time he was
fully naked and asked me to suck his monster.

Aditya Fucking Tasleema’s Muslim Pussy

I was waiting for this moment to take his big penis in my hands and love and kiss
it. My husband normally do not get his dick sucked and a few times when I tried it
on my own, he would not allow a complete blow job and would put it inside me. I
enjoy this very much as while sucking it, I can see clearly on his face how much
the person is enjoying.

I took Aditya’s penis in my hands and started slowly caressing it with my well
manicured finger tips and nails. The red enamel on my finger nails was going in
sharp contrast to his black penis. It had already grown to the size of a big banana
and it seem like getting bigger as I kept on stroking it. As his penis was in my
hands, I could see it uncut, big, black and thick, not less than 8 to 9 inches in
length. I was wondering how would I be able to take his entire dick inside my pussy
. I started kissing it first from top to the bottom, above and below the penis. In
between I tickled his balls a few times. The touch of my soft lips on his penis
started Aditya moaning in pleasure and ecstasy.UUUMMMM…..HI…..RANDI…..CHUDAI HOGI …
AJ ….IS…MUSLIM….CHUT KI..

Aditya fucking Tasleema

Then I slowly removed the skin on the tip of his penis bringing out the pink head
out and started licking it with my tongue and whenever I licked the tip of AdiTYA’s
penis, it was making him go wild with growing excitement.He started making loud
noises. UUUUUMMMM …..YEAH TASLEEMA YOU ARE TERRIFIC… YOU ARE DOING IT LIKE A
PROFESSIONAL RANDI TASLEEMA…..YEAH YEAH BHABHI YOU ARE MY LOVE… TASLEEMA BHABHI I
LOVE YOU…MMMMMMMMM DO IT MORE YEAH SOFTLY.. I then took the entire penis in my
mouth and started sucking it slowly and at the same time rubbing it so that it was
moving like a piston in my mouth.

With my other hand I started ticking and caressing his balls, this sent Rin an
immediate frenzy and he was moaning louder and louder asking me to do it more and
not to stop. With Aditya’s full penis inside my mouth, my head was also moving up
and down sucking it completely. I raised my head a little to see his face, he had
closed his eyes and was in sheer pleasure and ecstasy.

Adityamoved forward and held my head in both hands. Bending a little, he grabbed my
boobs and started squeezing them hard making me cry out in painful pleasure. As my
movements got faster and faster, it had after few minutes reached its highest level
and he loaded his entire cum in my mouth. I took inside some of the salty liquid
and later had to spit the rest as it was too much to swallow. His semen was spread
on my face and my chest and boobs.

Aditya later said that the way I did the blow job to him was never done to him
before. He teasingly said “looks like you had been

At last Aditya’s Hardcore Fucking Satisfies Tasleema’s Pussy and here it gives the
sign of Satisfaction
practicing the blow job since childhood.” I told him, “I did a good job for you,
now it is your turn to do it for me. I now want you inside me fuck me now and
satisfy my lust”, he told me to wait and not to worry as his monster will just get
into real action. As he said this, within a few minutes it grew to it’s size and
while he ate my pussy which was clean shaven for his sake.

I reached one more orgasm again as I was getting hotter and hotter since Aditya had
not yet put his dick in my clit. Unable to hold any longer, after sometime I opened
my legs wide asking him to put his dick inside me with a smile.

I asked him to wear a condom for protection but he simply refused telling me that
since he was doing it for the first time with me, he wanted me to enjoy fullest and
get the touch and feel of his penis inside me. He further told me not to worry
about getting pregnant now and only concentrat on how to enjoy the sex more and
more. I thought it was good but then there was no point in wasting time with
arguments, rather enjoy what ever is coming, so I guided his monster into my cunt.
It pained a little first since I was used to take my husband’s penis which was
smaller than Aditya’s.

He was ramming me like a machine. Aditya was also getting more and more excited
pumping his long and thick dick inside me and I was moaning under him while getting
fucked. While humping his strokes there were all kinds of words and noises coming
from him and me as well. HHHHHHHMMMMMM……. YES…..YEAH COME ON TASLEEMA MY DARLING……
DOST KI BIWI KO CHODNE KA MAZAA HI KUCHH AUR HAI…. TASLEEMA MY CHOOTAN ……MY
PHUDDAN…..MY RANDI…MUSLIM KITIYA.I too was getting hotter and hotter. HHHHHHMMMMM
….. AAAAAAHHHHH ……AAAAAIIII….. UUUUUFFFFF….. AAAHHHHH…. YES ADITYA GIVE ME MORE …
GIVE IT ALL TO ME….. APNE AADMI KE HINDU DOST SE CHUDNE KA MAZAA HI KUCHH AUR HAI
ADITYA MERE LODU….AAAAAHHHHH…. MMMMMMMMMMM..HI…ALLAHA.. I was in ecstasy and
reached multiple orgasms there was no count of it. Aditya then told me that he
wants to try the doggy posture, which was a new experience to me as my hubby has
never done that. I told him to be careful as it might pain. He told me not to worry
and asked me to take the pose. When I lied down on my tummy, he raised my hips with
his both hands till I was straight on my knees and my head still on the pillow over
the bed. He was ruthless and just opened the cheeks of my butts and entered from
behind.

I collapsed with pain and was moaning and crying, he started ramming me again with
speed and force for some more time. I was dead tired and told him I cannot take it
any more, he then made me to lie on the bed. He entered from the front again and
started ramming me all over and after 10 minutes he loaded his cum into me. I felt
my vagina. It was like I was being jet sprayed with his penis till it was filled to
the brim and later it started overflowing and made patches on the bed. By then, he
was also tired and we both just lay besides each other on the bed being fully
exhausted and our bodiaaes wet with sweating and perspirations.

After a while I got up and moved towards the kitchen to get some tea for myself and
milk and some thing to eat for Aditya as I needed his strength, stamina and energy
still more till he satisfied me completely. As I tried to put some thing on me to
cover my nudity, he pulled it away saying that he would love to watch me walking
around in nude. As I was feeling embarrassed he said, “Tasleema, there is no part
of your body that I haven’t stroked or kissed. So no point in hiding it from me my
love”.

Since he was determined to see me walking naked, I had no option left. He also
followed me up to the kitchen. Since I was not wearing any thing I knew he was
lustily watching the movements of my ass-cheeks. I entered the kitchen, and poured
the milk in a pan and lighted the fire of the gas by a matchstick. He grabbed me
and suddenly started to squeeze my boobs and I started to moan AHHH… AHHH… AHHHH…
ADITYA…..NNOOOHHH… UFFFFF… NOOOOOO… LEAVE ME NOW ADITYA….PLEASE…PLEASE… DON’T DO IT
NOW…..I BEG YOU… LEAVE ME ADITYA…PLEASE PLEASE DON’T …. ADITYA MY LOVE PLEASE….
NO…. NOOOO…..
AAAAAH… AAAAAAHHHH……MMMMMMMM… UUUUMMM… LOVE YOU ADITYA…. …AAAAMMMMMMM…. ADITYA……
which was making him & me more and more horny.

Thereafter squeezing my boobs he turned to my cunt, I gave a moan again AOOAAAAAAM…

when he relentlessly pinched my nipples hard. He made me to sit on the kitchen
counter and spread my legs. Slowly he started to caress the inner walls of my cunt.
It was wet as I was going crazy. OOHHAAA YES OOOHH IT IS SO NICE ADITYA…
OOOHHHHHAAA…… ADITYA DO NOT TEASE ME ANY MORE…….PLEASE…..PLEASE…ADITYA.. GIVE ME
YOUR LUND ADITYA….FUCK ME PLEASE…. I CAN’T STAND IT ADITYA…. PUT IT INSIDE ME…
PLEASE GIVE IT NOW…APNA LUND MERI CHOOT MEIN DALO …ADITYA….TASLEEMA KO AAJ CHOD DO
APNE PURE BINA KATE HUE LUND SE ADITYA….. PLEASE AB DAAL BHI DO NA..’ I cried. Then
he bent down and started to lick the inner walls of my wet cunt moving his tongue
up and down, in and out and some times he would make a circular movement inside.

“OOHHH HONEY COMEEEE YES IT FEELS SO NICE ADITYA…MADACHOD…OOOOHHHH…… AAAAAOOOHHHHH…

UUUUUUFFFFFFFF…. MMMMMMMM…..” He shoved his tongue in my cunt hole moving it in and
out and in circular motion, this drove me to attain another orgasm. “OOOHHHH…
AIIIII… HAVE NEVER FELT LIKE THIS OOOH… NOW FUCK ME WITH YOUR COCK ADITYA PLEASE
PLEASE FUCK ME HARDER …….OHHHH…. COME ON ADITYA FUCK ME AND MAKE ME THE MOTHER OF
YOUR CHILD…… I WANT TO HAVE YOUR BABY IN ME ADITYA OBEROY…..” I cried.

He then shoved one finger and moved in around inside my cunt. I was crying with
pleasure OOOHHHHH… I AM COMING AAAHHHHH…ADITYA… I AM
COMING………..AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHUUUUU I came and jerked like a mad women. I got down,
put off the gas-stove and he made me lie on the floor.
I came on top of him, held his cock and said, “I WILL FUCK YOU NOW ADITYA… JUST LIE
STILL”. I guided his hard cock in my wet cunt. It was tight and MMMMM… it felt
great. I started to move up and down and slowly.

The moves got faster and faster And Aditya too was stroking his libido to match the
rhythm of my movements . “OOHHHAA AAA YES AAAAAOOHH YES I LOVE IT YOU HINDU KAAM-
DEV…….ADITYA…I LOVE IT…OOHHH FUCK ME HARD ADITYA….. OOHHH”, he shouted TASLEEMA
BABY I WOULD FUCK YOU AGAIN AND AGAIN, I ALWAYS WANTED TO FUCK MY FRIEND’S
WIFE….YES COME ON…YOU ARE MY WHORE NOW…YOU ARE MY RANDI…MULLI…BEHANCHOD…CHUD LE IS
KUTTE LUND SE TU KAMINI MULLI KUTTIA…YES TASLEEMA YOU ARE MY RANDI….I WILL FUCK YOU
ALL THE TIME…I WILL FUCK MY FRIEND’S WIFE ALWAYS…. I WILL MAKE YOU PREGNANT
TASLEEMA……WITH MY BABY….. YEAH…I was in heaven as I was kissing him and biting his
lips. Both of us were breathing heavily, moaning and groaning MMMAOOOAAAAAA… ADI………
YOU WILL KILL ME……..ITS TOO MUCH ADI……….AAAAAHHHHH….ALLAHA..SAVE ME FROM THIS KAAM-
DEV….his cock went deep in my cunt and I was so hot from inside that his cock was
melting…TERA ALLAHA….KUCH NAHI KAR SAKTA KUTTI…RANDI…KAAM-DEV KO KOI NAHI ROK
SAKTA….MULLI

I was excited like a bomb shell. I was panting with all the fun. My excitement
rouses to the highest levels. The bouncing boobs; crushed. My whole body was
vibrating throughout. I was now shouting loudly because of great pleasure & pain,
“AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH… ADI… MY LOVE YOU ARE MY HUBBY NOW….FUCK ME EVERY DAY
ADI…….FUCK ME ALL THE TIME OOOOOOHHH… OOOOOOWWW… UUUUMM… OOOOOFFFF…
YYYYYYYYYEEEEESSSSSSSS…….ADI…. I LOVE YOU……I LOVE YOUR DICK ADITYA………GIVE IT ALL TO
ME…MAKE ME PREGNANT ADI……..I WANT TO HAVE YOUR BABY IN ME ….ADI……..MY LODU…YES I
KNOW ALLAHA….CANT….STOP U.FROM…FUCKING..THIS….MUSLIM…SLUT”

He took his cock out of the wetland and made me stand with my face towards the wall
and both my hands resting on it. He then gripped my right thigh in his right hand
and raised it till it was at a level of above his dick. I had to slide down a bit
to maintain my balance. He lowered my hips a little so that they became perfectly
aligned for his dick. He immediately entered my pussy from behind. He started
fucking me like a hell.

After some time when my leg which was high in the air began to ache, he put it on
the floor and made me put both the hands on the wall just above my head.

Gripping me by my hips, he pulled me a little towards him so that my butts now

touched his groin. He once again entered from behind and continued with his humping
making me go high and crazy in pure ecstasy. Slowly our motions became quicker and
quicker.

After 10-15 minutes, finally I began to emit the jets of my orgasm again; OOOPS! He
also at last, came inside my pussy. Both of our bodies became locked–fluids were
flowing from both of us and intermingling making poodles of white liquid on the
floor. Both of us were wet with heavy sweat-bath and were damn tired. We rested for
10 minutes in that condition. After that we both drank all the milk and both
retired to bedroom.

This was the most memorable fuck I ever had in my life. Even my hubby had never
brought this type of multiple orgasm ever to me. He had never fucked me several
times in one go. But that was not enough for him, the time was around 5:30 in the
late after noon, He asked me to get some food to get ourselves some energy. I moved
towards the kitchen naked since he was not allowing me to wear anything. He too was
roaming naked himself. Despite having several orgasm by now, I still was getting
hot by looking at his naked body and his penis.

I quickly made some snacks and some coffee and tea for both of us and carried the
tray to the bed room where he was lying on the bed. We quickly ate what was brought
in and again started our game of sex. He never allowed me to wear a single piece of
clothe till he was with me and neither he wore any thing. we had a nice time till
now and still there was enough time for my hubby to come back later that night.

The sun was beginning to set in and soon it would be getting dark. The time had
come when Aditya would have to leave not very long from now. We had been lying in
the bed naked, huddled in each other’s arms.

He was slowly fondling my nipples and kissing me in between. We both were so

relaxed that I wanted the time to remain still and I remain in his arms. Suddenly
my phone started ringing, I checked the screen, it was my husband calling. For once
my heart almost did a summersault and for a second I thought he has come and caught
me in the act. I asked Aditya to remain silent while I talk to him. He was already
riding half of his body over mine fondling various parts of my body including my
pussy making me go wet once again.

I answered the call, my hubby had just called to say hello and asking me how was I
doing. I wanted to tell him that currently I was having sex with his friend in his
absence, but had to remain silent on that and instead gave him half truth and said
that I was lying in the bed doing nothing. Aditya whispered in my ears to tell him
that I had been a beautiful fuck, I glared at him and signalled “shut up”.

My hubby in a lighter vein asked me to be ready for him when he come back in the
evening. I looked at Aditya, smiled at him and gesturing to him said in to the
phone, “come on my love, I have opened my legs wide for you to enter inside me now
and immediately as I can’t wait any longer”. My hubby hang up the phone laughing.

Now once again Aditya got over me and he inserted his dick inside me and started
frigging me in the traditional posture. He was half on his straightened arms making
his chest well above mine. With my both hands I had started caressing his chest and
nipples and he started moaning loudly in excitement. He kept on pushing in his dick
till he released all his cum inside me. I too had reached an orgasm in between. He
lowered his body over mine trying to regain his breadth and I took him in my arms.

We remained locked in like that for some time and we dozed off. We never realized
it was dark when we opened our eyes. The time had come when he had to leave. He got
up slowly and started to put on his clothes. I too got up and regretfully saw him
getting dressed. As I started wearing my clothes, he took them away telling me to
put them on after he leaves as he would love to see my nudity till then.

When he reached the main door to leave, he hugged me and put his lips on mine and
said, “you have be my best fuck Tasleema, even better than my wife. I had never
fucked a more beautiful lady than you my love, you are real hot”. I too pulled him
closer to me and whispered in his ears, “That was the best sex I ever had in my
life. You satisfied me completely.

Even my hubby could never do this. I love you Aditya”. Kissing him I asked him to
keep on having sex with me whenever we get chances. Suddenly he grabbed me once
more, made me lie on the floor at the main door and unzipped his trousers and took
out his fully erected penis once again which he immediately thrust inside my
vagina. While humping his penis, he said “this is the good bye fuck for you
Tasleema”. Since we were making love at the door, I couldn’t even moan for the fear
of some one hearing outside. After what seem like eternity, he unloaded his entire
discharge in me and left kissing me good bye on my lips.

Aditya had fucked me all over the house and all my holes he had filled his cums, in
fact he even fucked my almost virgin ass hole. I am not ashamed to say that this
sexual session with Aditya Oberoy was my longest and the most explosive I had ever
experienced. I lost count of how many times he fucked me. I had my orgasm
innumerable times.

For the first time in my life, I had been sexually satisfied completely. I felt
like a complete woman now. My whole body was tired as if minced in a grinder. My
boobs, vagina and ass were aching from the pinches and humping I had received from
Aditya’s hands and libido. I got up from the floor where I was lying naked and went
to the bathroom and filled the tub with hot water and immersed myself in it. It was
soothing and relaxing. Slowly the pain subsided and I felt a lot better.

I came out of the bathroom, dried myself and put on my evening dress. The whole
area was in a mess and I had to clean up every thing so that not even a single
trace is left of what had been going on here the whole day.

I was still tired but had to do it any way. How I wish my hubby was away for a few
days so that Aditya would have stayed there with me and fucked me all the time
without me bothering about my husband coming back from the work. How I loved
looking at him walking naked where ever we fucked. Every thing was now looking like
a dream that had just vanished when I opened my eyes. Some time later my husband
came back. He too was feeling tired as it had been a hard day for him. When we both
retired to our bed, he took me in his arms as now he was in mood for a fuck. I was
tired like hell and still my whole body was still tired and my vagina was still
aching from the humping and frigging from Aditya that had been going on the entire
day.

Still I could feel the sensation and vibration of his penis in my pussy and I did
not want to lose it. I wanted to feel it till I could. Very politely I apologised
for my unwillingness that day with a promise to do a great session tomorrow. He
withdrew with a regret as he wanted to relax after his hard day’s work. Truthfully,
I still wanted to have Aditya taking me again and again.