HUSBAND'S MISTAKE

My husband was a brutal and cunning person by nature. Weak, opportunistic, and avaricious, his only aim was wealth; he never hesitated to seize any opportunity to draw a profit. And he was every bit as boorish when it came to sex. All of our friends and relatives felt sorry for me, but there wasn't much they could do to help.

He often invited business partners over for dinner. I know my well quite well around a kitchen, so I always did the cooking and serving; menial a task, as it was, it did become an advantage.

My husband had an important and powerful business partner named Adnan. I was told by my hubby that, when Adnan came for dinner, I should dress nice and be on my best behavior. Adnan was a very attractive man, well mannered and charismatic. A charmer. He always arrived with an inviting smile and a gift for me. Once he stunned me with an expensive golden ornament. But a man's heart is in his eyes. I saw Adnan's lust every time I walked in front of him. From my sixth sense, which is normally very strong with the woman, I knew that he was lusting for me. I found his eyes traveling quickly up and down my body, over my tits or my face -always with unabashed adoration.

He never hesitated to touch me whenever the chance arose. Once, while I was standing next to him in our lounge, he ran his hand up my hip to my butt. I pulled away from him then, terribly upset to find myself growing aroused -and with my husband sitting mere feet from us. I went quickly to the kitchen to think just for a while about myself.

What is wrong with me? I wondered. Don't I have any control of my own body anymore? I truly and sickeningly enjoyed the attention I got from Adnan. Look at him! He wants me! Go ahead, give him what he wants. I also need it; I want it as bad as he does! My husband does not give me what I need, why not see if this nice man can? I felt my pussy growing wet as I thought about this.

Then guilt seized me. Though my husband had been hardhearted and unmerciful, I had remained faithful. He was still the only man with which I had shared a bed with in sixteen years. I tried to avoid thoughts of Adnan, but couldn't.

I am, without any exaggeration, a pretty woman, with curves figures in all the right places. though i was at my late thirties and a proud mother of three children. I'm often told as much; though such compliments move me to blush in embarrassment. As one of my woman friend always tells me that, "Saeeda, you have the sweetest full and firm ass with round shapely buns, but your greatest assets are your breasts. They are big, firm and protruding, almost an invitation to grab and squeeze them hard. They are big- almost too big for your slight frame. They hung heavily, but stood out proudly and came to a beautiful upturned point. you really had the type of breasts that most men just can't keep their eyes from their head."

Once, when Adnan was in our home and I was busy in kitchen, I heard my lascivious husband stupidly bragging about my breasts, saying they were very beautifully shaped. But Adnan was always very polite, even in the face of my husband's abject lechery.

Once when my husband was abroad, Adnan called to check up on me. I told him I was well. But he seemed intent on something.

"Your husband's gone, but I'm due for a visit. Am I not invited over?" "My home is your home," I told him, "You need no invitation."

He said then, salaciously, "OK. thanks, I will be there at 7 pm."

Adnan arrived right on time. He shook my hand at the door, as he always did, but his grip seemed tighter and he held my hand longer than usual! I pulled away, inviting him inside, and we went into the lounge. We sat opposite each other and chatted for some time. He mentioned that he knew palmistry, and asked if he could read my hand. I agreed and he eagerly took my hand in his rough one.

Adnan looked long at my palm. He told me truths about my life that I'd tried to bury and forget. He was squeezing and rubbing my hand very gently and I begged him to go on.

He said to me, "Dear Saeeda, if you want to know more about your life, then you have to pay for it".

"What do you want?"

Adnan told me how much he would like to see more of me. He was very close. Suddenly he pulled me towards him. He tried to kiss my mouth, but I turned away and he settled on my cheeks instead. His lips were hot as they moved down my throat. His touch was so warm and gentle; but I was still trying escaped myself from him. It was not so easy, and soon my will to resist became weak.

Finally, he put his lips on mine and kissed me very passionately. This time I made no attempt to pull away. At last I gave myself to him.

Then Adnan whispered in my ear, "I love you very much and can't bear it any more without telling you."

"But what you want I have never done before, nor I have thought about it. Please leave me." I pleaded with him.

"I know you haven't done it before but please do it for me."

He seemed very pleased with what he had in his hands. My protests fell on deaf ears.

I had to admit to myself that it felt good having Adnan's hands on my breast, but I also realized it was wrong. As Adnan continued to work on my tit he dropped his right hand to my knee. He tried to slide his hand up my thigh but I had my legs crossed at the ankles and my knees together. I kept grabbing his wrist as he tried to slide his hand up under my shilwar.

He was working on my tits, and said, "Spread your legs."

"No! It is not right. I will not allow you this."

But he didn't stop and at least he succeeded; his hand reached my cunt and he rubbed it for a while. Next he undid the knot of my shilwar. Now his hand slid between my thighs and stopped on my mound. I parted my legs some more. He massaged my pussy, slipping his finger inside me. He didn't stop there, but also slid my qameez up and exposed my soft, round breasts and prominent nipples. I am very proud of my breasts. They tend to catch men's eyes. Adnan played with my breasts and sucked and kissed my nipples and I became very aroused. He was sucking like a hungry infant, moving his lips from one tit to the other and back again. He then pushed his face into my armpits and sucked them. Apparently, he had a bit of a fetish about armpits.

I found myself growing strangely excited while he licking and sucking my underarms.

"I want your hand on my cock," he said. And he took my hand and put it on his cock.

"Feel how hard you make it?" he asked me.

I reluctantly fondled it. My experience with men was limited to my husband; I had never seen another erect cock before. Compared to my husband's, Adnan's was enormous, nearly twice as long and thicker.

"Yes. You are so big!" I replied

He ran my hand up and down the length of his cock. I gripped Adnan's root, and gave it a good squeeze. I was so nervous. I was shaking with excitement and then I started to play with his cock. I was amazed at how horny I'd become.

"We can't do anything more . . ." I murmured. I felt myself trembling while Adnan's hand slid over my body, stimulating me more and more with every caress. "What are we doing? We can't!"

Why can't we?" Adnan asked me. "You want it. I know you do. You want me to fuck you. We have crossed the limit, let's we move to bedroom."

"How . . . how can we? It's . . . it's too dangerous." I was frightened, this would be a new experience for me and I wasn't sure what to do. I just knew some one would walk in on us. I almost wanted him to.

"Adnan . . . I-I've never done this before," I stammered.

"I know, but please do it for me," Now Adnan was pleading.

Suddenly he picked me up and carried me to the bedroom, he set me down on the bed and snuggled up next to me, and pulled me onto his lap. I could feel his prick through his shilwar pressing against my pussy lips. His hand was now exploring my body. Brushing his fingers teasingly through my pubic hair, across my belly and cupping my breasts. He pulled my qameez off over my head and unhooked my bra. I was now totally nude in front of a man other than my husband. Adnan began to suck my firm tits. He shifted his mouth from my tits to kiss my neck and ear. As he caressed my nipples, sexual electricity lanced through me. I was ready to be fucked now. I was in a state of ecstasy.

I was still on Adnan's lap; now my hands were wrapped around his neck. I whispered in his ear. "Adnan, Do what you want to do with me."

Adnan chuckled, "You are awesome."

He picked me up and gently lay me on my back on the bed. He sat between my legs and pushed my thighs apart and kissed me on my slit, parting my cunt lips, lapping my wet warmth until I couldn't take it any more and my cum exploded all over his face. I was in heaven, ecstatic. I wished my husband could satisfy me like this. After a few minutes, Adnan stopped.

I was almost to the point of no return by now.

"Are you wet?" He whispered.

"Yes," I replied breathlessly.

Now he undid the knot of his shilwar and slid it to his thighs. He really had a huge cock. His cock was twice as long and hard and thick as my husband's. I wondered whether I would be able to accommodate it.

"Lift up your legs," he said. He was on top of me now. I did as I was told, and he grabbed the backs of my ankles and pushed my legs back. He was grinding his cock head on my clitoris; I was dying to feel it in my pussy. He knew all too well how to make a woman surrender.

"What are you going to do?" I asked. "Please . . . tell me. Oh fuck, do whatever you want."

He pushed my knees apart and said, "Spread your lips for me."

I opened my pussy lips with my fingers. Adnan had his penis lined up with the opening to my pussy, but then he seemed to change his mind. He proceeded to run it along my pussy and clit for a while. Finally I grew impatient.

"Please do it!" I pleaded. I grabbed his cock. It was very hot, solid, and literally throbbing. I guided it to my cunt hole and begged him not to tease me anymore, to give it to me now.

He spread my legs wider apart and thrust his cock into me steadily until it was buried to the hilt. His cock was so big inside me; I could feel my pussy getting stretched around it. It felt wonderful to have my pussy filled so completely, I was enjoying sex as I have never enjoyed it in my life. He started to pump slowly for several minutes. Then started stroking very hard and fast; then slowed to a more comfortable pace for both of us. After few minutes he stopped, got on his knees, and lifted my legs onto his shoulders He raised my ass and pushed a pillow under it, then he let me down and slid back in-between my legs, wrapping his arms around them. He was now slamming himself deep into me as he pinched my nipples.

He started to mutter into my ear.

"You are such a lovely and sexy woman. You have the tightest cunt I have ever seen. I have dreamed of fucking you since the day we met."

"And you did it. You own me, my pussy, my tits, my ass!" I replied.

He was fucking me very fast and hard now. Never before had I felt so excited and aroused. I had cum twice, one after another, as Adnan continued to violate me. After a while, I was beginning to wonder if Adnan would ever cum. His cock was harder than ever inside of me. As I was lay on my back, Adnan pulled his cock almost completely out of my cunt; then he slipped it back languorously in to me, deeper than before.

I was moaning now and whispering in his ear, "Fuck me. Please fuck me, Adnan. Fuck me deep. I want it!"

He then gave few final powerful thrusts and then lunged forward and loosed several powerful spurts deep within my cunt. I felt his hot semen in me. He collapsed over me; we both struggled to regain composure.

We lay there for a little while, cooling off. I went to the bathroom, got a wet cloth, and sat beside him on the bed and started to clean him.

We lay in each other arms; he was playing with my tits and bringing me to arousal again with sweet, sensuous whispers. I gently stroked and jerked his cock till he was good and hard once more.

It was my turn to fuck him now; so I straddled him and slowly lowered myself down onto his huge, hard cock. I was still wet, and he went deep in me with no trouble. I really wanted him and my hot pussy was ready. His cock felt wonderful forced to its sac inside me. He held my hips as I moved my back and forth; he played with my swinging tits and rubbed my nipples. He grabbed my ass cheeks and pulled them apart and down while pushing his big cock up into me. I started pumping him with everything I had. Damn, it felt good.

I screwed him so hard and so long that sweat was rolling off my forehead. We fucked wildly till I couldn't hold back any longer and started cumming waves. I moaned, screaming for him to fuck me harder. He continued pounding into me until I started to feel a familiar tingling in my loins; orgasm was building inside me. I cried out as I came. Adnan seemed to have great stamina and he kept going until I told him to cum; I was exhausted.

Now Adnan was ramming me in hard strokes and I was praying for his climax. Finally he spurted into my cunt and then pulled me on his chest. I lay on his chest for some time still impaled on his cock, and then he slowly slid his dick out and my juice ran down on my ass crack towards the bedshit.

"Please don't tell anyone about this," I said to him, "I've never done anything like this before and I probably never will again; I sure don't want my husband to find out. My life would be ruined."

Adnan looked at me and smile that charmer's smile, giving my breast a quick squeeze before whispering confidently into my ear, "This is not end of the game. It is just the beginning."

When Adnan, left I sat long in deep thought, wondering what had happened to me. I fell asleep guilt-wracked.

The next morning, Adnan rang me just after the kids left for school.

"Hello, sweetheart, how are you?" He asked.

"Hi, . I am all right -and you?"

"Still remembering you, sweetie."

"Thanks."

"When can we meet again?"

"My body's still sore from yesterday," I groaned.

"My body's still sore from yesterday," I groaned.

"Oh I'm sorry, "Did I hurt you?"

"I told you . . . we can't meet again," I managed, "Yesterday was the first and last time."

"I told you when I was leaving that the game is just beginning." He said. And then he added, "You are still the most beautiful woman in the world." His voice was smooth and seductive. I could tell he was grinning.

"It isn't safe," I replied.

"Then we'll meet in a hotel," he said, "instead of at your house. I will be waiting for you at 11 p.m. at the Victoria Hotel, room No 228. It's at the end of the building on the second floor. Take a taxi." He instructed. Then he hung up the phone.

For a while I stood, as if entranced, torn between fear and something like giddy lust. At last I decided to meet him, at least once for the last time to talk with him. I went to the bathroom to take a quick shower, and then I spent a lot of time deciding which dress I should wear. I chose a black satin shilwar qameez, suit with a black bra and panties and a matching dupata. I applied a little makeup, and perfume, wondering at the thrill which continued to rise within me; it was as if I was going on my first date.

At 10 AM I caught a taxi. I went not quite reluctantly to the hotel. When I found the room, I knocked on the door, nervous. Adnan was waiting; he opened the door and stepped aside as I entered.

Wasting no time, Adnan took hold of my hands and, as I tilted my head upwards, kissed me gently and slowly. I opened my mouth and his tongue slipped inside. He took me in his arms and held me close to him. My breasts pressed into his chest.

My heart fluttered. My head was against his and I was breathing hard on his ear. He held me tighter and our bodies seemed to melt together

"You have the most magnificent body," Adnan growled, "I told you I dreamed of you after I met you. I've been so horny all night just remembering what we did yesterday; I couldn't get you out of my mind."

"Stop talking and let me breathe, don't act like a kid," I moaned, smiling.

Adnan only pulled me closer, his arms around my neck, and stretched to kiss me. Our lips met. His mouth opened and closed, sought then withdrew. He softly sucked my tongue. I was overcome; I had never been kissed like this before.

He was squeezing me so hard. At last, I managed, "You're hurting me."

"I'm so sorry," he said, embarrassed. And then he led me to the bed. I was a little nervous sitting on the bed beside him.

"No one must know," I said, "If you don't care for yourself, care for me."

"I promised. I care for both of us." he replied

He was too impatient; he grabbed me by the shoulders and kissed me hard, his tongue entering my mouth. I struggled for a minute then relaxed and kissed him back.

He kissed along my cheeks and ran his hands up to my breasts.

"You're so beautiful; I can't wait any more," he said. He was distracting me with his biting and nibbling; I gasped when his hand succeeded in slipping down inside my qameez to massage the bare skin of my breast and nipple. Then he pulled my qameez up exposing my bra. Next he lay his other hand on my back, trying to open my bra. His passion pleased me.

"What the hell do you think you're doing? Can't you wait little?" I said jokingly.

"You're even sexier when you're angry. You're so beautiful . . . I got carried away."

I looked at him and winked. "Look you're a nice man and I really like you, but we're both married." I realized too late how that sounded and was abashed.

"We're married, but we aren't dead." Adnan tried to grin, but only managed to look hurt.

"Alright," I conceded. Adnan wanted me as no one had wanted me, so why refuse him?

He pulled me into his lap and I settled straddled him comfortably. His arms surrounded me, pulling me even closer.

"What do you want now?" I asked.

"You know what I want."

He kissed me vigorously whilst he slid my qameez up and his hands unhooked my bra, which fell down to the bed. As we kissed I realized how I missed long kisses like this.

Adnan was rubbing my nipple. I could feel my nipple harden; at the same time my pussy became moist.

"Your tits are so beautiful. I really have never seen tits like these in my life".

He was not wrong; my breasts are large. They hang a little, but do not sag -though they have fed four children. He leaned down to kiss my nipple; meanwhile he was caressing my pussy. I pulled his shirt over his head and moved my fingers sensually over his chest, tracing lines that heated him up more and more. I looked into his face and saw he was enjoying himself and had closed his eyes in ecstasy. I unzipped his shorts and pulled them down, releasing his hard throbbing cock from its hide out.

I took his cock in my hands with love. I began to stroke him, holding his cock with one hand; I took his balls in the other, as if weighing it, and gently squeezed it.

Adnan was an enthusiastic lover. I enjoyed his enthusiasm. Married women of my age aren't used to such enthusiasm from their husbands. I was instantly sure that he was The One.

"I think I want you as much as you want me," I whispered, "but I do fear for my husband and family."

"Don't doubt me; this is a concern for both of us," Adnan whispered, "I will not disappoint you."

With this, I took Adnan's hand and put it between my legs and said, "The only treasure that I have! Take it; it is not mine now, it is yours, from this day. I cease to be the rightful owner and endorse every right to you, my love."

He took my chin and lifted it so we were looking at each other. Then he lowered his head and kissed me. No words were exchanged after that between us. I just leaned in and kissed him while my hands worked his cock and balls. As soon as his prick was hard I dropped to my knees. My tongue circled the head of his throbbing cock. I sucked the head, slid my lips lovingly around and down the shaft while Adnan sighed and pressed his palm onto the crown of my head. I licked his balls, sucked them; I let my fingers play lightly around his anus while I sucked his rigid length to its hilt, moaning. At last, Adnan pulled me up to face him; he opened my shilwar and pushed it down. Then I lay down on my back.

He sat between my legs, spreading them, and then folded my legs so that the soles of my feet were at his muscular shoulders. My knees were almost touching my nipples. My body was on fire. He thrust his tongue inside my mouth; his cock along the length of my pussy and over my clit. After a moment I was high on fire. I needed to have his cock in me, right then.

I could stand it no longer and pleaded, "Fuck me now." I pulled him up and kissed him passionately, grinding my hips into his. "Please, fuck me now Adnan," I breathed, "don't tease me anymore."

I grabbed his cock and placed it on my opening. I felt his thick cock slowly slide its way inside me. Inch by inch I felt it enter me until he was completely buried.

"It's so hot, I feel my cock like in oven," he said."

"You are also too hot, Adnan. Your dick is like iron!"

And with that he began to give what I had wanted all along. He started to thrust in and out; pleasure rippled through me, more pleasure than I had experience in all my life. I could feel him sliding his long thick cock all the way in and out of me -slowly, romantically, rhythmically, building up speed as we screwed. I immediately started to moan and thrust along with him. It was feeling so good.

After a while Adnan started by withdrawing his cock fully and then thrusting it right back in up to the hilt. Each thrust made me crazy with pleasure. I was moaning and moving my head back and forth slowly; I wrapped both my legs around him, pulling him towards me. I ran my fingernails gently down his ass and tried to insert it in his ass hole and he started moving faster. I pushed my hips to meet him with each stroke, moaning softly as I spread my legs wide to give him more room. He was stroking my breasts lightly while he was pumping me. I flexed my muscles around his cock as if I was trying to milk his cum from him. This carried on till I was on the verge of an orgasm.

Then he rolled me onto my stomach, lifted my hips, and positioned himself behind me. Even as I ached, needing him, Adnan gently probed my pussy lips with his cock until he found the proper entrance then pushed into me. In one stroke, he was buried deep inside me. I moaned with pleasure and pushed back with my hips. Adnan started slamming his hips into me.

I cried out with pleasurable pain. He fucked me, pummeled me, and whispered nasty things into my ear. Then Then he pulled out hos cock and applied his saliva and pressed it to my cunt-lips and, before I could react, gripping my hips, rocked his cock deep into my cunt. I cried out, gasping in shock and delight as the hot-rock cock surged into my flesh. Adnan laughed at my reaction and fucked me furiously for several minutes, holding my hips and jerking my cunt up and down on his cock.

" You tore my cunt Adnana, plz be gentile," I protested.

"You will really cry, when I will take you virginity, " Adnan Said.

"What the hell you're saying, it has been taken by your bastard friend a years ago," I replied.

"No, Saeeda, you have anther virginity of your beautiful ass, " slapping my ass check.

" don,t be sally, its dirty and how I can take it in my little ass hole,"

My mouth got dry and my hips ached; I was praying for his cum. Now his tongue ran around the inside of my ear and his hands were cupping my breasts, while he also squeezing my nipples. I was at the peak of ecstasy, moaning loudly; then I turned my head and we started kissing. Our lips barely met before Adnan's tongue was stretching out to tickle my lips, demanding to be let inside. I opened my mouth and in an instant our tongues were dancing together wildly. It was like a dream. I have never experienced a feeling so good before. As I began to scream his name and beg to feel his hot juice, he gave me two more deep thrusts and on the third he filled my pussy with his seeds.

He collapsed onto me and laid that way for some time. Then he pulled his limp cock from my pussy while I was still on my knees. We lay in each other arms. Then we made love again And again. Each time was rougher and more raucous than the time before. He fucked me sideways while I screamed and shook, even while I was pushed against the wall; I sucked his dick in the shower and smiled as he shot his cum onto my face.

Time became a rumor until the Evening when the alarm awoke us at 3:30. It was almost time for my kids to comeback form school. We dressed and hugged me very tightly promising that we would meet again. We kissed for a long time. When I was leaving, Adnan gave me an envelope and told me, "Read this at home. "I opened it at home and found that it was not a letter, but ten thousands rupees

Over time, I couldn't stop thinking about what had happened. I felt very guilty, wondering why he gave me money. Was he treating me like a whore? But for some reason I didn't feel bad about what I did because I felt that I had done it for Adnan's love, not for his money. Lots of men tried to get me in bed with them, but I never let them near me, but in Adnan's case, I couldn't control myself. I was little surprised and happy that I had enjoyed it - along with 10,000 rupees, of course.

The next day I was busy all day cleaning the house, but I couldn't stop thinking about that day.

The next two days took forever to pass and I don't know why, but I waited for Adnan's call. And on the third day I received it. I had been waiting for his call, but when it finally came I started to get nervous.

"How are you?"

"Fine and you?" I asked

"Can we meet?" Adnan asked.

"When? "

"Today? "

"Where?"

"The same place," Adnan said. We agreed and I promised him that I could be reached the same hotel where we met last time.

When I reached the hotel he was waiting for me so eagerly; he embraced me very passionately. But I tried to pull him from me and he became so stunned.

"What is the problem honey"? Adnan asked.

"What did you give me last time when I was leaving"? I asked a little angrily.

"Nothing darling, it was just a little gift for you," said Adnan.

"But I am not a whore - I like you so I met you" I replied.

He pulled me towards him and kissed me, looking into my eyes, and laughed good naturely, remarking that he thinks women must love that as they have many necessities to buy. Then he apologized for that, and I returned his kiss with great passion.

"I want to help you. I mean that I want to make sure that you're able to buy everything you may need, which you can't always ask your husband for," Adnan said

"You are right, I do need the money, but this is not a good way, " I replied. He was not wrong and in fact I did need it and I wanted the money, but I was ashamed to take it for this.

"It's ok, don't worry about it - I will see that you're taken care of," he said. I realized what he was thinking and lowered my head slightly, looking down.

That day Adnan and I moved from missionary position to doggy style. Then he tried me on top. It took several tries before we really got that right. Adnan would support me with his hands under my ribs and his thumbs ready to work my nipples. I would rock and roll on top of him while working on my own clit with my fingers. Frequently, I would miscalculate and orgasm before him as I was really excited. He would then roll me over and mount me for a hard, fast fuck that would completely dominate me in my exhaustion. He was also very excited that day and when he tried the legs over shoulder position, he really hit pay dirt. He could drive me, with the help of my fingers, to orgasm after orgasm.

Thus the same game started and now we met at least once a week, sometimes twice, at the same hotel. Adnan was giving me money which changed my life - now in even with the sluggish economy I want for nothing. Now I could spend Rs.3000 for one dress without so much as batting an eyelash. This easy money made my life so luxurious. I loved Adnan now, because he fulfilled all my needs with money or sex. If my husband were fucking my brains out every night, I would probably be satisfied, but he's not, so I have to resort to Adnan to fulfill my insatiable cravings. For months I had my relationship with him, sharing my fears and my dreams. He was the perfect man, with everything I had hoped for and more - looks, personality, sensuality.

Once when we were lying in bed, relaxing after love making session, Adnan moving his hand on my hips, "You have a muscular butt, Saeeda," he said.

"Thanks, I think," I replied. he slid a finger into the upper part of my ass crack. "Tell me Saeeda, is your ass is virgin? I bet it is."

"It is," I said, "but don't go there."

"Let me do it, I bet you'd like it."

"I bet I wouldn't. Don't go there, Adnan, Women have their own hole for pleasures." I told him.

In my heart I also wanted it once in life, as I've never had anal. But as an Indian woman I feel shame doing this.

"Your ass is perfect for anal, Saeeda, and I hope we will enjoy it too much."

I know it better that Adnan obsessed with it; My ass was his favorite part of my body. He practically beg for it. He lick and kiss my ass during foreplay, hoping that I would say yes. I loved his tongue and I even love his finger penetrating me, while giving me oral. But sticking his penis in? I always said it's a sin."

He looked at me with pleading eyes, and said me, "Saeeda, I know you want it, but you can't want to do this with someone you don't know. You're safe for me and I'm safe for you." Now that it was out there, I was gaining momentum with his speech. "I want to have this. Let's try it one time and see what happens." he concluded his argument and had a satisfied look on my face. Like I already was wanting what he wanted.

"yes Adnan I wants it but as Indian woman I cannot do it, because, it is a sin and it is dirty, women have the hole for it" I replied.

"No it is not sin, who says? and I don't think i is dirty, I am dying for your ass, plz d it for me, Saeeda, I love it"

I wanted to refuse, but I don't wanted to see him upset, So I agreed to try sometime, but without any promise.

I looked at him and he he had an iron hard erection. He wanted to have annal sex with me now.

I smiled lasciviously at him and said, "do you want it now."

"yes, I want it now Saeeda, plz"

"OK, "do it now, Adnan! But i haven't tried it, and heard that it is painful, so plz be Gentle" I groaned.

"Don't worry, I will manage it,"

"Have you ever fucked a woman in the ass?" I asked coyly.

"Yes many times," he told me laughingly.

"You're great rascal,"

"Yes, I love anal sex, We will need to use some cream to get you slick. If at any time you feel scared or are worried, we can always stop," he told me.

"I want to try it for you," I agreed hesitantly.

"Good, let me get some lotion," I replied as I reached for, my handbag.

I took out a bottle of hand lotion and handed it to him.

He rolled me on my stomach.First he kissed all over my ass chicks and then, He buried his face in my ass crack. I squeezed, knowing how obsessed he was. He held himself there, pushing hard until he couldn't breathe. He eased up, just enough to inhale my musky odor.

He dove in again, pulling my cheeks wider. Licking and kissing. I remembered how i felt, with his warm mouth hovered above it, his hot tongue gliding slowly between my globes. When he reached my nether regions, I wanted to beg for more as I lifted my hips higher in remembrance. His tongue swirled my rim and then penetrated as far as it could. I gasped and pushed back towards him. I loved it when he played with my ass. I thought I was going to leap off the bed when his tongue touched my nether hole first time. However I loved it and he continued with the anal foreplay. "You certainly know how to get a girl all hot and bothered," I rasped.

He continued his licking and penetrating with his tongue, sometimes stretching down to my cunt, teasing me briefly, but today it was about my ass. Nothing was going to stop him from getting it.

"I'm going to get some lotion," He told me as he moved off the bed.

He got the body lotion and used it to lubricate my anus, Adnan slowly started working to lubricate. I kept squirming around and he whispered to me to play with myself. He pulled. He had my pussy juice and his finger was very slick as it entered my rectum. He used his index finger to stretch me a little and then switched to his middle finger. After several minutes of using his fingers, he introduced his thumb to my ass and it was a snug fit. Still I was determined to go through with it and did not protest. I felt she was ready for the real thing and I knelt behind her. I imagined his penis there instead.

"Do you feel any pain?" Adnan asked.

"No," I whispered.

Keeping one finger inside me, he started to massage my clit. He used two fingers trying to make me feel good. I started to moan as he continued to massage my clit.

I turned my head and searched for his mouth to kiss him. We kissed passionately for a couple of seconds.

He felt I was ready for the real thing and he knelt behind me.

He applied and ample amount of lotion to his cock along with his saliva making it as slick as possible. He eased his cock into my ass and I grunted as the mushroom head cleared my sphincter. It was a painful experience, I thought, how could I accommodate it. "Oh, oh, wait," I cried out.

"Should I stop?"

"No, just stay still for a minute. Let me get used to it," I whispered urgently.

He didn't move with just the head of his cock in my ass. Few moments passed, I was in thrill, now I really want his cock in my ass hole, though it was painful, but also a pleasure, I was feeling sweet pain. I relaxed a little and felt more of his cock slide into my asshole. I grunted out loud as I felt fuller and a wave of pleasure passed through my body. Adnan kept feeding more and more of his cock into my ass. I was tense, relax and enjoy it.

"Oh Adnan, you feel so big, I feel so full," I whispered, "But, it's so good,".Then I moved back a little and accepted more of his cock in my bottom. This continued for what seemed like an eternity and even then only about half of his cock was in my ass. That was enough for me though and he controlled the action. I moved my ass back and forth on his cock each time stopping when I felt full. now he started it slowly move out and in,, I felt his cock engulf in my ass hole.

Adnan wrapped his arms around me with his left hand finding my breasts and his right my cunt. As He fucked my ass, he tweaked my nipples and fingered my pussy. It was really a great pleasure I felt first time in my sexual life.

"Oh, of, uf, oh,oof ohhh unhh ohhh yes yes ohhhh Adnana yes, its pleasent!" I cried. I was an aphrodisiac and wanted to made him insatiable, and restless. I collapsed on the steps, my arms aching, my body trembling with lust and desire.

"Saeeda looking your beautiful ass as my cock slid in and out and that was enough to get me to cum." Adnan said to me...

"your wish is my wish, but I like it, don't say for me, you're good," I murmured, my face was radiant with pleasure.

"OK, I thought I am hurting you, but With ass like you to keep happy, I have to be," he laughed and replied.

Adnan began to move faster, his hips swinging and rocking rapidly back and forth, yet controlled rhythm. His penis plunged deeply in and out of my anus and he swung his hips in tight circles as he thrust into so that he was entering my anus, spiraling downward. My body was rocking and lurching under his, jerking with his thrusts.

"Saeeda, lets we try it now other way," he said,

"why not, I don't know, tell me what to do?"

Adnan pulled out his cock softly from my ass hole and asked me to trun and lay down, so I did as he told. Now he knelt on the step below and pushed my legs high and wide, lifting my buttocks. I groaned, my body bent in half, his hands under my knees high above my head. So now I reached down and guided his cock to my asshole.

"Is it you wanted," I asked.

"yes my sweet heart, exactly,"

Adnan groaned and slowly squeezed his cock-head into my anus. The breath rushed from my throat in a rattling gasp and my face twisted in an agony of lust. I back arched and clawed at his shoulders, my body doubled over. Adnan grunted as my anus convulsed frantically on his penis and held still.

Adnan played with my clit as he pounded my ass. my pussy and asshole were on fire as Adnan's big cock reached the sensitive areas in my passage. I was on the brink of another huge orgasm as he methodically fucked me in my tight anus with his sizeable cock. I loved the feeling his big cock slide out of my ass and plunge back in as his ball slapped against my curvy ass cheeks causing them to jiggle with each thrust.

Once again Adnan asked me to reposition, he I pulled out of his hard cock from my anus. Once again I rolled on my stomach, on my knees and raised my swollen ass for his cock.

He applied more lotion to his cock, and placed his cock into my anus. This time He eased his cock into my ass little roughly.

I started to play with my pussy as Adnan slowly started to fuck my ass. As we both got into a rhythm, he got going faster. we were both moaning loudly.

I let out a groan and said, "Fuck my ass with your fat cock! Bust my ass! Bust it! It's all yours!"

Adnan would shove his cock as deep as he could and pull it out with each stroke harder than the previous one. And I was back to humping back against with each of increasingly his hard thrusts.

Adnan's powerful thrusts and huge cock had left me weak, but I still hadn't given up control.

"Saeeda, I'm going to cum. Do you want me to pull out?"

My own pussy started gushing out cum, dripping all down my thighs and legs.

"No, I want to feel it. I want you to cum in my ass,' I replied excitedly.

"Here it comes then," he announced as he ejaculated in my rectum.

I felt it was a good size load of Adnan, as we have started, so I cried out when I felt the warm sperms of Adnan flooded my rectum. "Oh, Adnan, you filled me, I can feel it," I called out.

Adnan cock stayed hard in me and I could feel, may be Adanan also could feel my sphincter contracting and relaxing around his shaft. He waited for several minutes and then he eased his cock out of my ass and I felt while he watched as his seed trickled out and ran over my pussy down my inner thighs. I voluntarily contracted my sphincter and more semen oozed out of my anus.

Adnan caressed my buttocks until I flipped over.

"I feel like I have to poop," I said.

"That's natural after anal sex," He told me.

Once when we were lying in bed, relaxing after a great love making session in cottage, Adnan stunned me by saying that his boss wants to meet me.

Once when we were lying in bed, relaxing after a great love making session in cottage, Adnan stunned me by saying that his boss wants to meet me.

"Why, why does he want to meet me"? I asked.

"I don't know, but he always talked about you and he wants to meet you," Adnan said nervously.

"What the hell are you saying? Why I would meet him"?

"You're a polite woman he has seen many times, I know how he has looked at you. I think that he's fantasized about you."

I said, "What does that mean? Does he know about our relationship?"

Adnan said, "I don't know. Maybe."

"But I don't want to meet him" I said to him.

"As you wish, I can't make you."

One day when I went to meet with Adnan in the cottage, while we were sitting in the lounge and taking tea, I heard the bell echo throughout the house.

"Who is it?" I nervously asked.

"I don't know, the watchman may have come as I am due to pay his salary," Adnan replied. He went to check the door.

A faint click filled the air and the door opened. I looked to the door and about died right there. His boss stood in front of us. I became more nervous than I had ever been until this point in time. His black eyes looked at me and I felt like a bug in a jar as his gaze moved over me. So many things were said in those few seconds, yet not a word was uttered.

He asked, "What's going on?"

I said, "What do you mean? We didn't do anything we are just talking."

"I know that you both have been talking for long time, but what would your husband say if he saw you now?" Mr. Shamss said.

"What have I done? I don't care if my husband sees me here"

"OK!" he said. He pulled out his cell phone and began to dial my husband's phone.

Meanwhile Adnan shouted and asked him, "Please don't call him".

"Why? She doesn't care"

"Please Mr. Shamss, let's talk about this, I hope we can find another way".

"OK! But in return she will sleep with me"

"No! I can't, this is blackmailing," I said.

"You can't say its blackmail."

MR. Shamss came over and sat down next to me again. I looked at him and asked, "What do you want from me?"

Shamss smiled and said, "I just want to make love to you."

I looked at him with tears streaming down my face and said, "I can't explain it. I don't know why I came here with Adnan."

"I know all about you and Adnan. I want what you are giving him," he said.

"I could never dream of doing such a thing," I protested.

"But you're already doing it with Adnan" Shamss said

"There is no other way?"

"Answer my question - yes or no." He sat just beside me. "If you wish this to be a secret, these are my terms. I want you, Please." he begged.

Then I felt Shamss's hand on my thigh right above my knee. Slowly he started running it up over the cloth; I gave a shudder, but didn't resist at all.

My thighs were still tightly shut, knees clasped together. Now that the shoe had dropped, so to speak, my mouth was dry.

I bit my lip, my hands clenched. "If I lay with you, you promise you'll keep your word?"

He nodded a serious look in his eyes.

"I always keep my word." And with that he cupped my breasts and began to squeeze them gently.

I looked at him, a little fuzzy headed now, and nodded in acceptance. He was a handsome man, but he was a few years older than I am. He was in his late 30's, his thick hair dappled with the first signs of gray. I thought he was a very handsome, mannered, attractive man.

His hands began to stroke my breasts from outside the dress, lightly rubbing against the fabric with the palm of his hand.

He reached up to remove my qameez as his hands began to glide up and down my spine. I stopped him, and he looked up at me.

I was almost in tears. "But, I have no other way," I said.

"It's OK, remember it's just for today."

"Never again." I said

"OK! As you wish."

He started once again with me, then I stopped him by saying, "Not here."

"OK! As you wish." Shamss stood up and held out his hand for me. I put my hand in his and he pulled me up to my feet.

"Let's go in the other room." I didn't say a word as he put his arm around my waist and we started walking to bedroom. My mind was running all over the place. Was I doing the right thing? Would I be able to hide this from my husband? Would he keep it our secret? One thing was for sure - I didn't have to enjoy this.

My eyes widened with shock, while I looked at Adnan in horror. He, normally so assertive, was just quiet.

In the bedroom we stood facing each other, looking into each other's eyes.

"What great beauty you have," Shamss hissed and slowly moved toward me. He took my face between his hands and kissed me deeply. Then he encircled my waist with his strong arms. We looked into each other's eyes and then were locked in a deep kiss. Our tongues rolled and explored each other. Like two lovebirds we stayed in this position for minutes. I felt as if my body was on fire.

We got up beside the bed; Shamss turned me towards him and took me in his arms. He started kissing me as his hands roamed over my butt and back. He kissed my ear and then moved down to my neck. His one hand moved around to the front of me and cupped my breast in his hand. His thumb was rolling my nipple around through my dress and bra. He tried to lift my qameez up over my head, but it got hung up around my waist. I assisted him in lifting it over my head. Then I felt him unhook my bra. Once it was unhooked he turned me back around facing him and he took it off me. I covered my breasts with my arm for a second, until he moved my arms down to my sides. Shamss then took one of my breasts in each hand. He bent over and kissed and sucked on each nipple, taking turns with one and then the other. That felt wonderful, but again I told myself, you can't enjoy this. I closed my eyes. I stood erect ready to offer myself to this man.

My Husband's Mistake Ch. 02

He took my hand and placed it on his cock, my fingers encircling it and feeling the enormous size. I took his cock gently into my hand and began to stroke it. It was bigger than my hubby and Adnan. I started pumping it and playing with his balls, while he was sucking my nipples.

Shamss then stopped sucking on my nipples and said, "You have a nice set of tits."

Shamss stood next to the bed and removed all his clothes as I helped him undress. I still had on my shilwar.

I closed my eyes in deep shame as tears rolled freely down my cheeks. I knew that I was about to become an adulteress, and there was nothing I could do about it. My nipples seemed to have a mind of their own. Don't ask me why, but they got very hard from Shamss's sucking mouth.

"Let's lay down okay?" Shamss said and I shook my head yes.

He carried me to the bed in this position. We fell on the bed. I lay there on the bed looking up into his eyes; Shamss got in bed next to me and started kissing my breasts and nipples again. He ran his hands along my stomach gently, his nails scratching me delicately, and I shivered at his touch.

He kneeled over me and I felt his tongue on my neck as I closed my eyes, my heart beating faster as his tongue left tremors of pleasure traveling up and down my body.

He held my shoulders firmly, nearly pulling me up to him, and as he worked the tissues at the base of my neck, I reached up to him, my hands holding his muscular arms as he leaned forward to kiss me, and my eyes fluttered. His mouth roamed up to my throat and mouth and he kissed me deeply upon my open lips. Our tongues met and playfully fought each other as my hands wandered to his buttocks and his to my breasts, caressing each other passionately.

"You are the sexiest woman I had ever been with." Shamss said.

He went now to my breasts once again and as he touched them, my eyes closed again, and I felt the warm wetness of his mouth upon my nipple. I drew in a quick breath and moaned as my head fell back and I took in the sensations of his kisses. I felt his outstretched middle finger moving downward between my legs. I squirmed and shivered with fear as I felt Shamss's finger slipping into the opening between my wet throbbing vaginal lips. A low groan escaped my lips as his finger went deeper and deeper inside my warm moistened pussy.

I pushed my butt down into the bed to escape the tantalizing finger, but Shamss continued his skillful manipulation of my clitoris until my hips began to grind upwards. Shamss then placed the purple head of his hard cock right at the wet opening of my vagina. I could feel the heat from his cock touching the mouth of my pussy. I lined the cock head up to my wet pussy lips.

He looked me right in the eyes and said, "You're my wife today", as he pushed his hard cock inside me. I jumped like a rabbit as he thumped his member against my pussy. Deeper and deeper he kept pushing it into me, until I had it all deep inside my hot pussy. Tears rolled down my cheeks, as it was really a shock for me. He started out with some real slow, deep pumps that were driving me crazy. He would pull it all the way out so it made a sucking sound as it popped out. Then ever so slowly sink it back inside me. I think his cock was not only bigger than both my husband's and Adnan's, he also knew how to use it.

The unexpected shock of being so shamelessly aroused had temporarily unbalanced my mind. I started moaning out, fuck me, oh yes, fuck me, as I wrapped my long legs around Shamss 's ass and locked our bodies together. Without realizing what I was doing, or why, I reached up, pulled Shamss 's face down to mine, and passionately kissed him. I then pulled away and cried, fuck me, oh yes, fuck me darling. This new cock had me totally out of my mind. I loved the way his cock scraped against my throbbing clitoris with each inward and each outward stroke. I had no idea what Adnan was doing at this time and really didn't care. All I cared about was having an orgasm with this great cock deep inside of me. Shamss now picked up speed with long hard deep strokes. He was whispering in my ear how good my wet pussy felt on his cock. And that soon his sperm was going to be deep in my pussy. All this dirty talk was making me even hotter.

I was bucking up to him, trying to get him to fuck me harder and faster. Shamss then said, "Do you like my cock? Do you?"

I moaned and replied, "Yes Shamss, I love it, I love your cock, it feels so good! Fuck me, fuck me please," while still rocking my hips up to him.

Still pumping in me very slow. Shamss said, "Let me hear you say that you like my cock better both than your husband and Adnan."

I didn't know how to interpret it all. Why did he want me that badly? Was it that he was so excited at the moment and, since I was the only one around I was the best hole to take care of his physical needs? What would happen after this?

I tried to suppress my thinking and to concentrate on the fucking. Looking up at him I moaned out, "Oh Shamss, yes I like your cock a lot better than my husband and Adnan, now please fuck me, please."

Shamss smiled and all at once started screwing me like a mad man, fast and hard, just the way I love it. I yelled out, ohhh, ohhhh, ooohhhh, in ecstasy as Shamss's hard cock pounded deep inside my soaking wet vagina. Shamss was driving his lust-hardened cock in and out like an insane bull, his balls slapping into my upturned buttocks with a loud noise. I was reaching an ecstasy I had never known in fucking; my belly was jerking and rolling under this crashing man on top of me. His cock felt better than I had imagined a cock could be. Then suddenly I felt that exhilarating sensation accelerate throughout my entire body. Throwing my legs out as wide as I was possibly able to, I ground my hips up with all my available strength, my bracelets jingling against each other pleasantly.

Well, Shamss kept pumping in me faster and faster. His cock felt like it was really going deep inside of me. He licked my breasts and took soft small bites of my nipples.

Then suddenly I felt that exhilarating sensation accelerate throughout my entire body. My sticky juices from my orgasm flooded out around my pulsating pussy lips and matted in with Shamss's pubic hair. Then just when I thought I couldn't reach a higher plateau of pleasure, Shamss's hard cock exploded with its own cum.

it was pure heaven as I felt the sensation of his stabbing thrusts of semen. I wrapped my legs tightly around Shamss's hips, holding him against my body as the sensation of my orgasm rippled through my body. His hard cock seemed to endlessly pump out mammoth gobs of hot cum into my vagina; the continuing stream of cum filled my pussy with a pleasurable fullness. My vagina contracted again and again, as a mixture of our fluids spilled out around the base of Shamss's throbbing cock, and ran down the crevice of my buttocks to the sheets on the bed below. Finally with one last spasm of hot sperm, Shamss collapsed on top of my still shaking body - he was totally spent.

I held him tight with my arms and thighs while waiting for every last sensation to travel over my excited nerve endings, until the tiniest spasm had died away to nothing. I whimpered my gratified pleasure while trying to catch my breath by gulping in huge amounts of air, and then I moaned when Shamss suddenly pulled out of me.

He took me in his arms and kissed me full on the lips. He pulled away for a second, looked me in the eyes and said, "Thank you, that was great," then went back to kissing me.

He broke the kiss and said with a smile, "I think my hot little housewife is ready for some more cock?"

I moaned out my reply, "Oh God yes, fuck I really want again it, but it is late now an I should go now ." I had never been so horny in my life as I was right then. I needed to have another orgasm and I needed it bad.

"Let me know when you will meet me again." he whispered softly.

I smiled at him; "I'm yours whenever you want me." We both went to the bathroom to clean up. I helped him wash his cock and balls.

At home in bed I just lay thinking. Thinking how bad I have been. Thinking what I am doing. Thinking what I have turned into. I had trouble falling asleep. I ended up falling asleep around midnight.

My affair with Shamss was better than I had ever dreamed it could be. Now most of my time was spent with Shamss, and our affair was really heating up. I was surprised that my husband hadn't asked where I was spending most of my time. Actually my husband did a lot of traveling, and when he was gone, Shamss and I spent lot of time with each other. We had been fucking twice a week for over a year now. We had tried almost everything I could imagine two people could do. My husband had no idea what was going on right under his nose. Shamss had a pretty wife, but he had told me that he couldn't be satisfied with one woman. Shamss's wife knew all about Us, but she was the kind of southern belle who would turn her nose up at the idea of her husband having other women, so she kept her mouth shut.

So I was now his secret second wife and he was my second husband because he fucked me more than my own hubby.

My husband and I had a good relationship, I thought. We had been married for fourteen years, and our sex life had never been hotter. Of course, my husband wasn't home much, since his business took him to a new destination almost every week.

One day just after we had met, Shamss asked me by phone to meet him in his home.

"When can I see you darling?"

Speaking into the phone, I said, "Shamss, why are you doing this? Just calling me here at home can get me in a lot of trouble."

"I can't get you out of my mind and I can't live with out you a day."

"You big Satan," I teased. "Can't you wait only one day? We just met yesterday and I am still sore. I told you that my husband is going out today for a week, we will meet tomorrow".

"No! I can't wait, I just want to meet you today"

"OK! My husband is leaving at noon and I could come this evening." When my husband left I took a little nap and took a long shower and after that opened the door of the armorer to get ready for my lover.

Now I was going to meet Shamss in his place. And I was nervous, thinking, what am I going to do? Because now Shamss was my lover and he didn't allow me to meet Adnan. I myself didn't want to meet him - he tried so many times to meet me, but I always pretended that I couldn't meet him because my husband suspected me and he kept his eye on me, but I was frightened that he would do something wrong in return.

I reached his house and Shamss opened the door for me. He reached his hand out to me, and I took it. He pulled me to him, until my hard nipples bumped against his chest. His touch was light and careful, as though I was fragile glass. He kissed me gently and said, "We have a lot of time, honey. And I want this to be a new experience for you."

I reached his house and Shamss opened the door for me. He reached his hand out to me, and I took it. He pulled me to him, until my hard nipples bumped against his chest. His touch was light and careful, as though I was fragile glass. He kissed me gently and said, "We have a lot of time, honey. And I want this to be a new experience for you."

I knew what he saying as we were doing things with each other that we never did with our spouses, and we were always eager to try more. So when Shamss suggested we try anal sex, I was interested, but a little nervous, though i had an experience with that Adnan. It was something my husband had never even mentioned with me, and I know spouse don't try it, and all these fantasies become in lovers.

I knew Shamss always got what he wanted, however he had to. As first I refused, but eventually I decided to let him do it. I was so grateful to Shamss I wanted to repay him by handing over what i had, because he had given me a lot of money, jewelry and other things like expensive garments etc. That had now become my weakness and I couldn't think about living without these things. And above all of these I had become addicted to his huge cock, and style of fucking.

He yanked the hem of my qameez up and lifted it over my head, throwing it onto the floor, and then he untied my shilwar, which fell on the floor. I was naked underneath.

I was rubbing his dick through his pants, and he was getting so hard the stitches were straining. So I unzipped him and knelt down to kiss it. Shamss rid himself of the rest of his clothes. I was stroking his cock, paying attention to his balls the way I knew he liked.

Shamss grinned wickedly and urged me to roll over on the floor. I lay on my tummy and he caressed my back, my hips, and my thighs. "You're so beautiful," he told me. He always said things like that.

When he spread my ass cheeks, I took a deep breath, reminding myself to relax and it would be better. Then I felt his tongue. He pressed his wet tongue to my tight asshole and began to lick me, wriggling his tongue around until the very tip of it was inside. It felt hot and slick in there, and I liked it. I raised up on my knees to give him better access back there, and he responded by slowly forcing his long tongue deep into my ass, making me moan.

"Baby, that's so good. I want you, Shamss," I said hotly. "I want you to take my ass. I want that big cock to rip me open!" Shamss slid a finger through my pussy juice and rubbed my asshole until it was really lubed, then he pushed one finger up my ass. I was shocked at how tight it felt, and when he began to fuck his finger in and out I thought I was going to cum!

"That's what I want, Shamss, that's it, honey, it feels so good!" I pushed back on his hand, almost frantic for his meat now. Shamss pulled his finger out and I looked back when Shamss pulled his fingers out. I watched him pull a little bottle from the table and open it, spreading lube on his fingers. My pussy twitched in anticipation. I pushed my butt up higher for him, and he spread the lube on my ass.

He spread lube on his cock. He was rock hard and thick. I spread my legs wide for him, offering my virgin ass. "Please be gentile, Shamss." I begged.

I moaned when he pressed his thick head to my ass, his hands spreading my cheeks wide so he could watch his cock impale me. I felt his cock push harder and my ass started to open up a little. I started to rub my clit harder. His cock was slick with lube.

I cried out when he pushed his cock all the way up my ass. It burned for a minute; I pushed back a little and it hurt. Sharp little stabs of pain shot through my belly. I tried to hold still and let him push in, but it only hurt worse. So I begged him to pull it out because I was feeling too much pain.

"Let me in. Let me put this cock in you." Shamss held my hips and thrust forward, slowly, and I felt my sphincter muscle give a little under the pressure. "It will only hurt for a minute, I promise," he said and pushed harder. My ass burned, and it felt like my tender virgin skin was ripping a little around him.

I grabbed the couch cushions in front of me and braced myself and pushed back, it felt little better.

I felt him thrust hard and steady, and my ass stretched to take him in. It burned like fire when he pushed in, and then I felt his head pop across my muscle ring, and he was through. Little knives of pain slashed through my thighs and belly, and I screamed a little as he drove deep, finally stopping with his huge cock embedded to the root in my asshole. He waited there, filling my ass with his huge throbbing rod, and groaned.

He whispered in my ear, "You feel so good, so good. You're so tight, hot and sweet. You're tight all the way up, I knew your ass would be tight like that because your pussy is also very tight compared to other women your age." He was really in heaven.

Then he pulled out a little, almost all the way. His cock made my ass throb with friction as he slid out, then slammed home. It still hurt, and I screamed before I could help myself.

He began to fuck me then, fucking my ass with long and slow strokes, until the pain almost disappeared and I started to enjoy it. I reached between my legs to squeeze his balls. Then I reached into my pussy with two fingers and felt his pumping dick through the thin wall of my cunt. I couldn't believe it! I had a cock up my ass! And the thickest one I had ever seen.

"Does it hurt, sweetheart?"

"Oh, no! Please fuck me hard, harder. It feels a lot better now!"

I screamed when I came right then, with his cock deep in my ass. I could feel my ass muscles clench so tight around him that he had to stop fucking me, his dick held prisoner deep in my body. Shamss shouted when my asshole clamped down on him, holding him tight inside. His cock head was deep in my ass, all the way up in my intestines, and I could feel him throbbing in there.

"Oh, I'm coming!" he said, his fingers digging into my hips as he pushed as hard as he could. I felt my skin tear a little around his cock, and I screamed again. Then I felt him cum, his pumping machine spurting loads of thick cum up into my ass, and I could feel it all sliding around in there. My tight ass muscles locked up his cock, and all he could do was cum, again and again, as my ass clenched his shaft.

I finally had to move...I couldn't hold myself up on my knees anymore. I fell on my tummy, and Shamss lay on top of me, his dick still deep in my ass. I tensed my muscles to hold him there; I wanted to feel him get hard again and fuck me.

We lay this way for a long time - Shamss over my hip and I on my belly. After awhile Shamss stood up, sliding his cock out of my ass. We were now too eager, so we went to the kitchen and had some sandwiches. After that we went to bed and lay there in each other's arms. We talked for a long while playing each other. I was stroking Shamss's cock, which was now fully erect.

"Hi, you made it readyagain."

"Yes! You did what you wanted and now this is my turn" I teased him.

"Ok! Honey as you want. I am your slave."

I climbed on him while he was lying on his back and, grabbing his cock and pointing it at my pussy hole, I sat on him and his cock slid into me.

I slid up and down, fast and deep, the way Shamss liked it. His cock was shiny and wet every time I let him slide out of me before impaling myself again; taking him in until his head bumped my womb. I was riding up and down on Shamss's big cock.

"You're so wet and tight," he moaned under me. His hands were clenched on the headboard above him, his knuckles white. I slammed myself down a little harder and watched him arch his head back in ecstasy. I almost laughed with power...I could get used to this!

I didn't want him to come yet, so I slowed down, rocking back and forth on his dick. He groaned in protest and lifted his head up to look at me, to watch my breasts bounce as I fucked him. Then he grinned and grabbed my waist with his broad hands, pinning me on his cock.

"That's enough of that nonsense, pretty woman," he warned, and rolled me over so he could drive into me, hard and deep. I opened my legs wide for him, lifting my feet up to his shoulders so he could pump deeper.

I squeezed my pussy muscles around Shamss's cock. Suddenly he rammed forward, sending my head bouncing against the headboard and his cock pounding inside me, hurting me and making me cum at the Shamsse time. Suddenly he pulled his cock out of me and then slammed back into me with no gentleness, his cock hot and punishing. I cried out with his thrusts. I came a second time on his dick. I was getting the fuck of my life!

He rammed in and out, his meaty shaft reaching to my very depths, bruising my cervix with the force. My breasts bounced in time with his hips.

"Your pussy is really eating my cock." Shamss looked at me and moaned.

"Oh, yeah, it's fuckin' good... Shamss, oh, please don't stop...yes...fuck me! Do it, teach me a lesson, Shamss," I begged.

I bit my lip to keep from screaming when he ground against me, his cock bruising my already sore pussy.

"Oh, I'm gonna cum, sweet."

"Shamss!" I hollered as he thrust one final time. He threw his head back and screamed his release as his cock emptied ounce after ounce of boiling cream into my abused pussy. To my utter amazement, I came again, my pussy throbbing as it sucked in every drop of what his balls shot up through his dick. "Oh, Shamss..." I moaned as the last of the orgasm rolled through my body.

Shamss fucked me until his cock went soft and slipped out. He lay on me for a while and then he whispered, "you are great, you're one of the pretty ones on the earth, You have not grown fat like many women your age; you still have the figure of a girl. You've got a great body, and above all this you are still so hot like a young girl in bed."

"And you have used this body very much, but I have decided that I am done with this. Anyhow, thank you, that's a lovely compliment," I said with a chuckle.

"Don't talk like that, promise me you won't leave me darling. You are my life now - I can't let you go," he added. "I want you from the core of my heart, I want to fuck you like that anytime day and night." I smiled at him and he smiled back.