Adultery Streak of Grey by iloveall

[Ramesh_Rocky]

"I would love to darling, if I can." was Roma's loaded reply. She was hinting at my yet legally valid marriage with Arpi. "I think you should sort out your issues with Arpi before proposing to me. However, I am already your de-facto wife and even if you are not legally divorced, I am happy to be so" concluded Roma, inviting me to push the ring onto her finger.

We got up and kissed to the clapping of some diners around us. We had a romping sex that night, both of us behaving like a newly married couple. Roma made no bones about the fact that we were deeply in love. I was wondering all this while, where our lives were headed for. It was a very clumsy situation and it was good that in the office no one asked me about my personal life. I did not have the courage to discuss this with Arpi, who seemed heads over heels in love with her new found fuck toy Ali.

Arpi had started bulging due to pregnancy. She seemed quite happy within herself. She never asked me what I did until late nights and perhaps did not even know or care what time I returned home.

However, one night (it must have been more than ten weeks after Roma and I fucked the first time) when I returned home past midnight, I heard some loud arguments from the master bedroom. I stopped at the door of the bedroom to hear. I could not make out much except that Ali was hollering over my wife and Arpi was trying to plead with Ali for something. It looked me as if she was crying and asking Ali for something. Suddenly, I heard loud footsteps moving toward the door from inside. I quickly ran to my room and looked through a small gap in the door. Ali rushed out of the bedroom. He quickly went out to the porch. From his face I could see that he was very angry. I heard him start the car and drive away with screeching noise of his car tyres; which perhaps hinted that either he was in a hell of hurry or he was seething with anger.

I quickly opened the door of my room and silently tiptoed to the master bedroom. The door was open. I peeped inside. I saw Arpi crying. I slowly went inside and stood behind Arpi. Arpi must felt my presence. She looked up at me. Her eyes were swollen crying. She was surprised to find me at that late hour. She hurriedly controlled her emotions, wiped her tears and asked me in her unusually sarcastic and harsh tone, "What are you doing here at this odd time? Please go and sleep."

I noted more helplessness than sarcasm in her voice. I placed my one hand on Arpi's shoulder and asked, "What is going on honey? Why are you crying? Is Ali hurting you or abusing you? Please tell me. I can sort this out."

In a fleeting moment I saw Arpi loosening up and saying something, but in the next moment she changed completely and rubbing her eyes she said dramatically, "Crying? I was not crying. I had something in my eyes. Bye the way Ali is being very nice to me. There is no need for you to worry about me. I am fine. Please go away and don't bother about me." Her last sentence had me genuinely worried. There was definitely something that she hid from me. That was not like Arpi.

I was about to move closer to Arpi, when she looked sternly at me and pointed her fingers at the door hinting me to leave the room.

I slowly walked out, went to my room and fell in bed. I was tired and fell off to sleep.

I found the front door unlocked. Arpi was sitting on a sofa watching TV. Ali was perhaps sleeping in the bedroom.

As soon as Arpi saw me, she rushed to hug me. Tears rolled down her pretty eyes. I wondered how I was so lucky to receive such affections from my dear wife after many months. I realised that in spite of what all had happened, I was surprised to find that I still loved her. I just could not hate her.

I took Arpi in my arms and asked her, "Darling, what is the matter? Why are you crying?"

Without looking straight into my eyes, she replied, "Darling, I am feeling sorry for how I have been treating you lately. It is not fair on you."

I felt as if the earth had shaken. I could not believe my ears. She was so indifferent to me all this while; and suddenly she had such an extra ordinary change of heart overnight! I asked her with a tinge of sarcasm, "Honey, you have not spared any opportunity to humiliate me. This has been going on for months and now you are feeling sorry for me? Why?"

The answer was not far to get, when she said, "Honey, Ali has left for Pakistan in a hurry. He may or may not come back..."

"So?" I asked bitterly. "Why are you telling me all this? Am I anywhere in your scheme of things?"

She looked at me blankly. She did not know what to say. I looked at her quizzically and asked, "So what you are asking me is that there is a vacancy for a man who will now sleep with you in the master bedroom, and you thought that I could have that privilege. Is that right? "

I looked at her blank face. I realised that her pipe dream had crashed and she was left standing alone like a fool not knowing what all this meant for her. As I finished my sentence, she touched her eye lids and tears started falling. She sobbed and wept for a while, whilst I watched her silently.

I said, "I had been waiting and hoping for quite some time that you would return to me after you fucked Ali a few times. I just could not reconcile with the situation where you willingly not only surrendered your body to Ali but your soul too! You were no longer mine. You fucked Ali day in and day out shamelessly, in front of and behind me. You discarded me like a piece of used clothing. You chose to be Ali's de-facto wife, pushing me slowly out of your life and even from MY house. Now you have the audacity to ask me to come back in your life!"

I was seething in anger and frustration. Arpi interrupted me to say, "But Prateek, please listen, I have something very important to say..."

I cut her short and said, "What is left anymore to say or hear? In my moment of weakness, I had transferred ownership of this house to you. You are earning enough to feed yourself and yours and Ali's baby. You did not lose an opportunity to humiliate me and make me feel like dirt. You pushed me out of your life and I do not fancy coming back to you like a loser. I wish you all the best." I patted a hurried kiss on her forehead, went into the house (which once used to be my home), packed my clothing and important documents and walked out of the house in a huff. Arpi wanted to say something, but I kept my finger on the lips and asked her to be quiet.

She watched me helplessly as I hurriedly packed my bag and was leaving. However I froze when Arpi blurted out, "I saw several passports of Ali in different names.. ... He caught me seeing them and has threatened to kill me, if I spoke."

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[Ramesh_Rocky]

I planned to move in with Roma when Arpi treated me harshly. It was the time when I heard her and Ali fighting. Even when Ali treated her shabbily (which I never did in our years of marriage) Arpi was all for Ali. She defended him even though I knew Ali was abusive to her. That showed how deeply she was in love with Ali and that was good enough for me to leave her.

I went to Roma, who happily asked me to live with her. Roma and I had a long chat when I told Roma that Arpi had finally made up her mind and I was no longer in my wife's scheme of things. Roma was sad to hear that Arpi no longer wanted me. She was pleased however, because Roma would have me as her live in partner. She kissed me and said she welcomed me in her life. She said, we would think about my divorce from Arpi at leisure.

I returned to my house the next day to leave it finally, and to collect my things. When I met her, Arpi told me that Ali had left for his home country and that Arpi wanted me to come back to her. That really infuriated me. I thought she was treating me like a standby lover. Arpi and I had a bit of argument. Arpi cried repenting for what she did to me. I was not impressed, after having experienced the treatment she and Ali meted out to me.

However, just as I was leaving she told me something that stunned me. She said, she had seen several passports of Ali in different names on the bed one day. Ali caught her looking at those passports and threatened her not to tell anybody or he would kill her.

I could not clearly understand the impact of Arpi's sentences at that time. Of course what she said was grossly extra ordinary and a matter of great concern. However, I was not able to think clearly. I was so deeply hurt by her treatment that her tears or the statement about Ali's passport did not make me change my mind. I just wanted to get away from her.

I told her, "As you desired, I will not see you again. I have made up my mind to leave you; as that was what you and Ali wanted. I bequeath this house to you for the sake of our wonderful association for some years; irrespective of your actions lately. I think you are old enough to know that you are responsible for your actions." Saying this, without stopping further I hurriedly lifted my bag and left, leaving Arpi looking behind me with tears in her eyes.

I was afraid that if I stayed longer there, I would not be able to leave her and would get more and more involved in their dirty affairs. Besides, I had made certain plans for me and Roma and I did not want to go back to Arpi and create problems for all of us. I was quite sure that Ali would come back to Arpi. I knew that having fucked Arpi so much it would be impossible for Ali to remain away from Arpi.

I could say that from my experience. Arpi was unbelievably good fuck in bed and a wonderful and caring lover outside. She had sexy body and insatiable hunger for good sex. When she was fucked, she enjoyed the fuck and she made her man enjoy it even more. She let out craving moans and made her man feel immensely desirable. These qualities are very rare in any woman.

I decided to concentrate on Roma rather than on Arpi as I drove to Roma's house.

It was a little before midnight, when I reached. Roma was waiting for me to return and hugged me as soon as I entered. When she saw me with my suitcase, I could detect her heaving a sigh of relief. She was afraid perhaps that I might have a change of heart after my meeting with my wife Arpi.

While eating dinner, she asked me how my meeting with Arpi was. I told her of the arguments Arpi and I had. When I told her about Ali's multiple passports, Roma was expectedly stunned too. She heard exchange of question answers between Arpi and me, and looked grossly uncomfortable.

Roam was stuck on the passport thing. She asked me what I made out of the fact that Ali had many passports and that we were all involved with Ali.

I pulled her in my arms and said, "Honey, I have decided to forget about Arpi. She chose to throw me off her life. Now when Ali has left, her calling me back is not going to work. She is old enough to know what is best for her life. I have decided to forget her and focus on what lies in front of us."

I was not sure if Roma was listening to me with full attention. She seemed in deep thought about something. I decided not to pursue the discussion at that time and nor did she.

When finally we retired to bed, I took Roma in my arms. I inserted my hand in her gown and started fondling her boobs. I picked her nipple in my fingers and rolled to and squeezed it. I said, "Honey, let us enjoy our life now. Past is gone. We can't do much about it." I started to finger her pussy. I knew Roma could not resist her craving for sex, once her pussy was fingered. She started to respond. She caught my cock and shagged it for a while to make me erect. We fucked hard that night and fell off to sleep soon after.

However, late in the night, I found Roma shaking me up vigorously. She was asking me to wake up. I asked her what happened.

Roma said, "Honey, I have been thinking about your talk with Arpi and that multi passport thing. I think Arpi is in grave danger. She needs our help. Just leaving her alone is not fair to her. I think she has been trapped and it could be a huge problem not only for Arpi but for all of us. We all could get into serious trouble unless we do something about it immediately."

[Ramesh_Rocky]

I could barely comprehend what she was saying. It was still late night rather than early morning. I rubbed my eyes trying to shake off drowsiness and asked Roma, "But what is so serious that cannot wait until the morning? Besides, what can we do?"

Roma said, "Get ready. We must go to your house just now and alert Arpi about the possible dangers she is facing. Let me first talk to Arpi. We shall then decide what to do. And we better not lose time. It might already be late. We must not delay."

I was not sure what Roma had in mind. All the same, what she said made a lot of sense. Roma and I quickly dressed up and left in Roma's car to my house. As we were approaching the house, Roma cut off the engine, switched off all the lights, rolled the car for some distance and parked the car some distance away such that we could see the house clearly. She placed her finger on her lips asking me to sit quietly in the car.

My house was completely dark. There was no one around. No movement of any kind. We must have sat in the car for close to half an hour. I was getting fidgety sitting idly what we were doing at that ungodly hour some distance away in front of my house. Then Roma asked me to call Arpi on her cell phone. The phone rang for quite a while after which Arpi picked it up. She must have seen my number. She asked half asleep, "Honey what is it? Are you still cross with me?"

Roma quickly snatched the phone from my hand and spoke in the phone, "Arpi, this is Roma. Please don't disconnect the phone. Prateek told me about the conversation you had with him, regarding Ali's multiple passports. We think you are in big trouble. Prateek and I want to help you. Please delete this talk history, after you disconnect the phone. Get up and hiding from behind your window curtains, check for about fifteen minutes for any suspicious car or person or any activity in or around your house. Prateek and I are in my car some distance away and are watching your house. If everything is ok, quickly dress up and walk straight opposite your house. You will find my white Toyota Camry. We shall have a brief talk in my car and then decide what to do." Roma disconnected my phone and returned it to me.

I looked at Roma astonishingly. She looked affectionately at me and said with great sobriety in her voice, "Prateek, Arpi loves you even now as much as she did earlier. If my hunch is correct, and I hope I am wrong, she is being black mailed. I think she is in deep, deep trouble."

I could not but have tremendous respect and love for this woman Roma, who was telling me about Arpi's love for me, knowing well that it could harm her prospects with me. I looked at her. Roma slid back into thoughts. Her face looked grave.

After waiting in the car for about twenty minutes, I saw Arpi quietly emerging from our house, opening the door gently. She looked around and then quickly locked the door, rushed to our car, opened the backdoor and sat in it. As soon as Arpi sat in the car, without any hi, hello, Roma started the car and drove off. Arpi looked puzzled and asked me, "What is the matter? Where are we going?" I looked at Roma, indicating to Arpi that Roma was the boss.

Roma said, "We are going to my house and have a chat there. You are going to tell me all honey. We must stop playing games now. This is a deadly serious matter and we must be careful of what we do from now on. Understand Arpita that having more than one passport of different countries by one man unofficially, shows that the person is indulging in grossly illegal activities; which could land him and people in contact with him in serious trouble. Such people are not small petty offenders. They could be drug peddlers, terrorists, international mafia or spies. We not only need to stay away from such people but inform security officer and other Government agencies and seek their protection from such illegitimate individuals for they could cause harm to us.

The way Arpi's face changed colours, showed that she did not suspect anything of that magnitude. She turned pale. She asked, "Roma what you say makes a lot of sense. What beats me is how can Ali be in such a racket? He seemed so innocent and normal?"

Roma replied, "Most of these guys pretend to behave normal. They are smart actors. They are very good in disguising their real personality. However, they have big agenda behind each of their acts. The reason why Ali chose you must have been in line with their strategy. I would like you not to get involved any further in this. We must go to the security officer and tell them all that we know before the security officer catches up with us. Of course, you and even Prateek and I might face some danger from those elements, against whom you will testify. However the state will protect us under witness protection program. These people cannot match the state in manpower, skill and resources. So I suggest let us go to the security officer and tell them all and from there they will handle all. Are you ready for that?"

Arpi was so bewildered with the seriousness of the situation that for a moment I thought she would faint." I caught her, took her in my arms and said, "Hey! Take it easy. It's ok. We can still rectify our action. Let us do what Roma says. We are with you. Let us clear ourselves or else, we will be in serious trouble."

Arpi meekly nodded her head. Roma promptly said, "Let us straight drive down to the security officer now. I am afraid, you will have to narrate in great detail each and every minute detail, including every detail of your most intimate sexual sequences to the security officer. I am convinced that Ali has taken advantage of your innocence. Prateek is also responsible for what has happened. You rest assured I am for you even though, after your open affair with Ali, Prateek and I are having sexual relationship. However, I guarantee you that I shall not come in your way, if you wish to be with Prateek."

Arpi carries forward the story from here on.

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[Ramesh_Rocky]

Roma drove us straight to some Government office, which had a name board bearing "Home Security Department" or something of that kind. It was too early in the morning. There were a few officers including some lady officers on duty.

Roma made us sit on a bench and went in and talked something to the officer at the reception for quite some time. The officer spoke on phone and another officer emerged with a lady officer from inside another room. Roma returned with the two security officer officers to us on the bench in the receiving hall. They ushered us into what looked like a meeting room with a long table surrounded by a number of chairs.

The lady officer introduced herself and her partner, made me sign a form about my identification and willingness to testify. She put a microphone near me and told me that our conversation was being recorded and could be used as evidence, if required. She said that it was imperative that I spoke the truth. Making a false statement to the security officer was a crime. She told me that Roma had earlier briefly narrated to her about Ali's multiple passports and my flirting affairs with Ali. She asked me to narrate each and every minute detail about my association with Ali, his friends and associates. She told me not to hide even my intimate activities though they might appear to me to be irrelevant to the case.

She made it clear that prima facie, it appeared that I was entangled into some illegal operations unknowingly. Making factual statements will help the security officer to clear me and catch the criminals. She asked me if I wanted to be alone with her or needed any or all of us to be present.

I was too overwhelmed with the developments and wanted someone to be by my side. However, if I were to tell the security officer all my intimate details, it would be too awkward for me to do that in the presence of my husband. I had hidden too many things from him. I asked my husband Prateek, if it would be ok, if I spoke without males' presence. Prateek nodded and he and the male officer left the room. There were the lady officer, me and Roma left in the room.

I asked the lady officer that Ai and I had illicit sexual relationship and whether I had to describe to her of all those things including our body parts. The lady officer replied that it would be necessary; because anything that Ali or anyone said or did during those intimate moments or anything that I saw on Ali's body, might reveal his personality or identification or lead to something which could help the case. She told me that whatever I said shall be treated in strict confidence and would be used only for the purpose of criminal investigation and shall not be revealed to any unauthorised persons. All the investigating officers were sworn to secrecy she added.

She asked me to start from the day, I first met Ali.

I told the officer how I was travelling daily by the same bus in which Ali was the driver. I told her, that Ali and I talked to each other regularly and then one day Ali asked me to have a lunch out. I agreed to meet him during lunch break. We had a bit of closer introduction. Ali said he was from a town near .,abad in Pakistan and came to Australia through some friends.

Ali did not tell me the name of his town, nor did I ask. Ali and I became friends. At first Ali seemed sincere and did not make any passes at me. I was attracted by his charming personality. He was fairly elder to me and had a similar streak of grey on his hair, like my father had. Ali asked me to join him again for lunch during my lunch break. During this second meeting, Ali gently touched my hand casually and briefly. He looked awkwardly at me wondering if I would withdraw my hand. I liked his gentle touch and did not withdraw my hand so as not to offend him. I liked the way he talked and appreciated my beauty, my figure and my dress sense in a completely friendly way.

After that day Ali travelled several times with me to talk to me in the same bus even when he was off duty. He asked about me, my husband and all. One day Ali asked me if I would join him for half an hour in the evening. He suggested that after the office, he would pick me up, we shall go to a café for half an hour, have coffee and then he would drop me off at my apartment. By that time, I was fairly comfortable with him and I had no reason not to accept his invitation.

I told my husband all about my talk with Ali. My husband Prateek did not discourage me from meeting Ali alone. In fact, Prateek kept asking me how Ali was and if Ali was making any sexual overtures to me. I told my husband, it was preposterous for him to think that. I told my husband Prateek that Ali and I were just friends. He liked my company and I found him polite, well mannered decent guy, who cared for me and was sensitive to my feelings.

That evening as we were having coffee, Ali caressed my hand briefly and said that I had smoothest hands he had seen. He asked me if he could feel the smoothness of my hands. I let him caress my hands. During the talk that evening Ali asked me about my married life. I told him about the conversation I had with my husband Prateek. I told Ali that I religiously told my husband about Ali and my meetings with him. My husband had said that he had no objections of my meeting Ali alone.

Ali and I met several times after that during evenings or during lunch time. He and I had developed good chemistry and I liked his casual touching of hands, holding hands, kissing on cheeks etc. Slowly, these body contacts started becoming subtly sexual. I must admit that I found Ali to be sexually attractive and stimulating. One evening Ali asked me if he could kiss me on my lips. Until then, he only kissed my cheeks. By that time, I was very much sexually attracted to him and I did not say yes, but I did not say no either. That was the first time Ali and I lip kissed each other. It was hugely erotic kiss and Ali took the liberty of fondling my breasts for the first time over my blouse that evening. I admit that I hid this from my husband Prateek.

We met several evenings thereafter and lip kissing each other and Ali's fondling my breasts had become routine by that time. Occasionally Ali inserted his hands into my bra to fondle my boobs.

It was on the occasion of Ali's birthday that he invited me to a sea beach resort for joining in the celebration. He said he would pick me up from my office. He asked me if he could introduce me as his girl friend to his friends, because according to their tradition, unless a boy and a girl are married or are to be married, they cannot move about freely with each other. He repeatedly requested me to agree as a special case. He said it was a question of his prestige. He had boasted to his friends that he had a beautiful girl friend. His friends did not believe him. They asked him to prove it by bringing me to Ali's birthday party. Ali said that if I did not agree to go to his birthday party as his girl friend or fiancée, his friends would call him a liar and a cheat.

Ali was desperate. Finally I agreed reluctantly. I did not tell my husband that I was going to the party as Ali's fiancée. I was too embarrassed to tell him. I thought since it was a one off incident, it would not matter.

That evening, Ali and his friends got together in a beach side resort. They had come with their wives. I went and met Ali's friends, who called me bhabhi (brother's wife). I told them that I was not Ali's wife yet. However, they said fiancée almost means wife. Was it not true that I would be Ali's wife soon? They asked me. I could not tell them that I was married. I kept quiet and they took it as yes.

At the time of cake cutting ceremony, Ali hugged me and kissed me on my lips in their presence. Since I had agreed to be Ali's girl friend, I had to let Ali kiss me on my lips with all being there. Ali's friends took the pictures of Ali and me kissing on lips. That was the first time that Ali kissed me on my lips in anybody else's presence. After the celebration, Ali, I and the other couples went to the beach behind the resort. They all decided to go for a swim.

The lady officer interrupted me at that stage and asked me if I remembered the names of Ali's friends. Would I remember their faces, if I met them, she inquired.

I told her, "Yes I remember two friend's names and their wives names too. One was Saeed. He was tall about 35 years of age and sported a typical beard. His wife's name was Khatun. Khatun was comparatively shorter and average looking. She wore heavy golden ornaments. I was not sure if they were genuine gold. The other friend was Irfan. I remember his name because they joked between them that his name was that of a cricketer and also there was an Indian film star of the same name. He was younger and of the same height as Saeed but a bit bulky and plain shaven. His wife's name was bulbul. She was dark, fairly tall and had slightly hoarse voice. Yes, I would recognise them if I see them. I don't remember the third person's name because he was quiet throughout the evening and his wife and he did not seem to get along well. Besides they left soon after he cake cutting and did not join the rest of the evening."

[Ramesh_Rocky]

The officer noted the names and asked me to continue.

I said, "I refused to go for swim. Ali's friends and their wives insisted that I must go for a swim. I told the ladies that I could not join them as I did not want to wet my clothes and I did not have swimming dress. It was getting dark. So they asked me to remove my top and skirt and jump into water in my panty and bra. I was horrified at their suggestion. But they pointed out some women wearing bikini, which were as good as wearing a bra and a panty. In spite of my repeated denials they insisted that I join them. it became a bit dark by then. After a lot of persuasion, I had to relent. The wives helped me remove my clothes. All couples went separately some distance away from each other. We could see each other though from our locations. Ali took my hand and we went together for swimming.

Ali and I were playing in water more than swimming. We splashed water on each other and caught each other to push the other down in shallow water. While Ali was pushing me in water, he moved his hands all over my body, as if unintentionally, although I knew it was not. I could sense his desire to feel my body. I also played along. It gave me a college girl feeling. I felt happy that even after years of marriage, an attractive and experienced man found me desirable. He caressed my tummy and brought up his hands to lightly brush my breasts over my bra. Then while I was running away from him, he grabbed me slipping his hands over my panties. My panties got pushed down a little, exposing my pussy very briefly to him. I pulled up my panties, while he managed to caress my intimate parts over the panty. I shivered visibly. He realised that I was getting turned on.

Ali flirted with me in water and held me tight first and kissed me hard. When I protested he said that he had already kissed me earlier; so there was no big deal if he kissed me once again. His logic made sense. While kissing, he fondled my boobs. When I tried to remove his hands he pleaded with me to let him feel my body at least once. He said the moment he saw me the first time, he wanted to feel my skin.

I told him, "Once means once and no more."

He agreed. He inserted his hand in my bra and squeezed my breasts hard. I could not protest as I saw that all the other couples were also busy in playing their own sexual games with their spouses.

In fact, Ali's friends were not only fondling their wives boobs but one friend had removed his wife's bra and was showing her breasts to all of us. I was surprised because I thought they were guys who did not expose their women. His wife was punching the husband's tummy in protest and was trying to push him away, but he was drunk and did not care. This was another surprise because I thought that they did not drink also. I told Ali that what was happening was not fair but he begged and said that he had wanted to feel me for a very long time. He promised that he would feel my body once and would never ask me again.

I looked at Ali. He seemed sincere. I thought if I let him feel my body a little and only once, that's ok. In any case, he had already felt me all over my body a lot in water, so one more time would not matter. It was equally true that I too wanted him to feel me and to feel him. In our earlier embraces, I had felt Ali's penis poking hard between my legs on my dress. I had realized that Ali had thick and long cock. I too was eager to feel his long and thick cock.

Others had moved away or left. They were nowhere in sight, which relaxed me. While playing in water, Ali slipped his hand behind me and unstrapped my bra. He kissed me hard to close my mouth so that I could not protest. He squeezed my naked breasts in his hands and squeezed and rolled my nipples. He squeezed my breasts so hard that once I had to scream to ask him to stop. He apologized but kept his hands on my breasts. I was also very much turned on by his sexual acts and found it very difficult to resist him. His intention and strength over powered my weak resistance.

Seeing that I was also getting turned on, Ali slipped down his trunk under water and uncovered his cock. He caught my hand and placed it on his cock. I felt his cock in my hands. His cock was huge in size. I had never felt a cock so thick and so long. It was like in porn movies. I could not resist playing with his cock in my hand. It was so big that I could barely hold it in my hand. To pleasure him, I began to slide foreskin of his cock gently on the length of his cock and pumped him slowly. Our sexual foreplay made us both very horny.

Ali inserted his hand in my panties in water and caressed my pussy lips for quite some time telling me that he loved me and that I was the most beautiful woman he had ever met. I resisted his attempts, but he kept begging me to let him feel me. He inserted his fingers in my pussy and started gently pushing them in and pulling them out. His doing this made me horny. I had a spurt of my juice flowing out of my pussy, which I am sure he must have felt.

It was very inconvenient for me to stand in water with Ali fingering my pussy. I suggested that we should get out of water. I strapped back my bra, pulled up my panties and came out of water with Ali escorting me out. Ali had not put back his trunk on and walked completely naked. It was pretty dark by then. I became horny faintly seeing silhouette of his huge semi hard cock dangling between his thighs as he walked with me. Ali took my hand. Our thighs rubbed lightly at times as we staggered along walking in the sand. Rubbing of our naked thighs was sending a mild tremor of excitement through my body.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Nice mildly cool breeze was blowing across the ocean water making the environment romantic. Ali led me until we reached very close to the resort, where we had celebrated Ali's birthday. We could hear some band playing there. Roaring sound of waves, Ali walking naked and me walking almost naked along Ali added sexuality to the whole scenario. I had a mild chill both with the affect of the weather and Ali walking with his sexy long thick semi erect cock so close to me. Other couples had left. Ali said he wanted to talk to me. I wanted to put my clothes back on. Ali stopped me and said that he just wanted to feel me for a little while longer if I didn't mind.

I was very much concerned with Ali's courage and advances, although I secretly enjoyed them. But then, I had to stop him at some point. I told Ali that whatever we did was enough for the day. We shall not have any more of smooching and touching. My admonishing Ali had a sobering effect on him. He looked a little morose. I told Ali that it was time, I left. Ali looked at his watch. He reluctantly agreed. He quickly put on his dress. I asked him to turn around so I could remove wet bra and panty and put on my skirt and top without the underwear. I dressed up (without my wet bra and panty) quickly, stuffing my wet bra and panty in my bag after squeezing them hard to drain off water and covering them up in a plastic bag. My dress, my face and hair had a quite a lot of sand.

Ali suggested that we have a cup of coffee in the resort before I left. I agreed. We walked to the resort.

It must be about ten minutes after we entered the resort and were sitting in the café when there was an explosion outside the resort. People started running helter-skelter. Ali and I were baffled. Ali said he would go and check what had happened. Ali returned from outside and told me that there was a bomb explosion outside and some people appeared to be injured. I decided that I must leave immediately. Just when I got up from my seat, a slightly well built plain clothed person came to us and introduced himself as a hotel security person. He said that there was some problem outside. The security officer have just come and have cordoned off the area. He said It would not be possible for us to leave the hotel or for anyone from outside to come in immediately. It might take about two hours or more for the security officer to complete the investigation. He suggested that we should stay inside the hotel for a while.

I was puzzled. I was late already. Ali looked at my discomfort and said, "Arpi, why don't you call your hubby and tell him that we have been stuck here due to this explosion. He might see the news on the TV also. There are many media men outside. May be we shall take a room and you can rest for a while, if you don't mind. Your dress, hair and face is smeared with sand. You could do with cleaning them. I shall pay for the room, you don't worry. I promise you I shall not bother you anymore. If you want, I shall not enter the room."

I looked at his sullen face (because I had snubbed him earlier). I patted his hand, smiled and said, "Come on now. Don't sulk, I was joking yaar! But first let me call my hubby."

I dialled my husband's number and told him all that had happened. I told him that I would be pretty late. That I might stay the night in the hotel, if necessary. He was very much concerned. He asked me if he should come. I looked at Ali. Ali said there was no need. Perhaps the security officermen might not allow him to come. I told Prateek that Ali and his friend couples (I lied) were there also with us and that there was no need to worry. Prateek (my husband) wanted to check if everything was ok. I said there was no need to worry. I told my husband that I was safe and fine. He asked me to take care and hung up. (Ali heard that I lied to my hubby about his friends being there also.)

Ali got up and went to get a room. He walked to the counter and returned with a key to a room almost immediately. For a moment I wondered how Ali could get the room keys so fast. Normally any hotel reception takes about 10 minutes to register your names, verify your id and credit card details etc. However, I was too pre-occupied with the things going on around me that evening to think too much about that.

Ali and I entered the room. The room was well furnished. There were many tiny lights and electronic gadgets all round the room including coffee pot, a refrigerator, fancy lighting, plush furniture etc. The room must have cost Ali a packet.

I collapsed on the bed while Ali stood in a corner still sulking. I felt bad for him and invited him over to lie beside me on the bed. Ali came gingerly. I turned to him and kissed him lightly on his cheeks and said, "Thank you for looking after me and for arranging this room. This room must be pretty expensive, isn't it?"

Ali became a bit emotional and said, "Darling this is nothing. I can sacrifice my life for you. I must thank you for agreeing to share the room with me. As I promised, I will not touch you, if you don't want me to."

I said, "I didn't say anything like that. You have touched me everywhere when we were playing in water, so don't make too much fuss about what I said. Come touch me, feel me all you want. Ok? But no penetrative sex, ok? And don't sulk please. Let us not spoil this lovely evening. Now that we are going to stay here for the night, I better wash up to get rid of all this sand."

Ali however opened the fridge and took out a bottle of French wine. He knew I liked French wine. He poured a generous helping in my glass and helped himself too. We cheered. I must have had two or three drinks, for I was tired and tense.

I went to the washroom to take a shower. I did not care to close the door. I was feeling quite at home after those shots of wine. Even the washroom had a lot of tiny lighting and gadgetry. I was however, horrified to find that the washroom had a glass cubicle where one could see the silhouette of the person taking shower. If I washed naked, Ali could easily see my naked form. But then I thought to myself that he has seen everything there was to see. In fact he had touched me everywhere and fondled my breasts and fingered my pussy. He had done everything to me except that he had not fucked me until then and I was not sure if by dawn, I would remain un-fucked, the way things were moving so far. Be as it may, I was sure as hell going to make it difficult for him.

Frankly, my pussy twitched like hell to have Ali's big cock impelled into it. The drinks helped. So what was there to hide? I decided to take it as it came and stripped naked and stood below hot shower spray. Hot water was soothing. I felt relaxed and decided to let myself go. I needed to get over my nervousness and perhaps the best way was to just be my natural self as if all was wonderful. I started humming a tune and danced under the shower in slow motion. I knew, it would make Ali cream out. I really didn't care anymore.

I could see Ali from inside the cubicle standing and watching me bath naked. It must have caused quite something as he seemed nursing his cock. I continued dancing to see if he would strip naked himself and start masturbating.

However, he had other ideas. He opened the washroom door and looked at my naked frame appreciatively. He was fully clothed, although I could see a tent between his thighs. I moved over to him and let him have a good look over my fully naked wet body. I went so invitingly close to him that he could touch me. He extended his hand and cupped my breasts, one after the other. I did not flinch and let him feel me. Poor guy had spent such a lot of money for me that night by paying for this room that he deserved at least to feel me.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

I continued my dancing in slow steps to an inaudible musical rhythm, standing breath feeling close to him. He had a good look between my thighs and caressed me from my breasts down to between my thighs and inserted his fingers between my thighs not penetrating inside my pussy. He was playing with my pussy lips. As he did that he muttered out, "God! You are beautiful. I want you to be mine, forever."

I smiled teasingly at him and said, "Mr. You may feel me, whenever you want me. But I can't be all yours. I have a husband and you have a wife."

He said withdrawing and closing the door behind him, "Insh,.'! We shall see." A chill ran down my spine, hearing those stiff words and more importantly, looking at his firm and rather stern face expressions. At that time, I did not realise that he meant every word that he said.

I cleaned my hair and body of all sand. There was another problem, which I had overlooked. I had to soak my clothes in water to rid them of sand and dry them in front of the heating system in the room. That meant that I would have to sleep naked through the night with Ali sleeping by my side. Clearly therefore, my getting fucked by Ali in the night was a distinct possibility that I could not deny. However, I was going to do all I could to resist him.

I repented for having agreed to take the room in the first place and on top of that of having pooh-poohed his offer of not entering the room or at least sleeping on the couch. But then it was done and I could not retract what I had already done.

I picked up my clothing, washed them clean, squeezed them as dry as I could, rubbed my hair and body thoroughly with the towel, wrapped the towel tight around me tying a knot with the ends and came out of the washroom. The towel barely managed to conceal my body. I placed the wet clothing in front of the room heater to dry.

Ali was flabbergasted seeing me come out in the towel. I thought he enjoyed see me provocatively covered too; apart from having the opportunity of seeing my naked frame in the washroom translucent glass partitioned doors; bathing and doing all those things from outside. I told him to go and wash himself also in the wash room. I did not know if Ali had thought out of the night as I had visualised. It looked almost perfect for him. It was as if he was the master mind behind the things that happened that evening."

Suddenly I heard the lady officer's voice ringing out, "Dearie! He WAS the master mind behind all that happened that evening."

I was shocked to hear the officer say that. I looked at her stupidly. She said, "Never mind. Carry on."

I continued, "Wrapped inside the towel, I quickly walked over to the bed and inserted myself inside between the sheets. I very well knew then that it would be nearly impossible to keep the towel knot intact through the night. The towel was thick. In fact, it would need a great deal of effort to keep the knot tied. It would come unstuck as soon as I would turn in bed. Besides, the knot held together only the top. The bottom flaps of the towel could easily move apart without even trying. One has to just push his hand through it.

I would be there then to be fully explored. There would be two naked bodies in the bed under the same sheets that night: one male with a big cock, strong arms and muscular body and one weak female, half drunk with firm swell breasts, small tight ass, slim waist and silk smooth cunt. I decided that it would be hopeless and there was no way I could protect my chastity that night. I was destined to get a good fuck from Ali that night. I was in turmoil. Should I let Ali have his way? Or should I resist him?

I saw Ali bathing in the wash room naked. He was bathing leisurely, which was a surprise; because he very well must have known that that night he was going to fuck me and fulfil his several months' desire. It was a treat to see his naked long cock dangling some times and sometimes so erect that it would feel as if the law of gravity did not apply to his cock; which was fully erect sensing the possibility of getting a good fuck very soon. I could hear him humming some film tune as he bathed. I saw him intermittently caressing his cock and pumping it occasionally perhaps asking his cock to be a bit patient and wait a little while when he will have the feast of my pussy served to him on platter that night.

When he came out of the washroom, he did not bother to hide behind the towel. He had rubbed his body clean, had shaved his beard and his pubic hair too! A shiver ran through my body as I saw his engorged cock holding itself high like a flag pole. All my virtuous tendencies evaporated when I saw his massive cock and his naked muscular body in the full light. I slipped back between the sheets hiding my face in them.

Ali slipped between the sheets by my side. He extended his arm over my body and pulled me closer to him. I decided against offering him any resistance. It was futile. There was no way I could stop him from at least feeling me if not fucking me that night. I thought I might as well go along. As soon as Ali pulled me to him, the knot of my towel came unstuck. I pushed the towel away. I wanted to feel Ali's muscular body skin on my body skin.

Ali gripped my hand lightly and slowly slipped it towards between his thighs. His cock had assumed rock hard stiffness. I caught his cock in my fist. I could not grip his cock fully in my fist. I could feel the veins in his cock pulsating fast. I knew he craved all along to fuck me. I couldn't blame him. We were not engaged to be married. I thought it was just "wham bam thank you ma'm" affair. All three of us: I, my hubby and Ali knew that some time or the other, I am going to get fucked by Ali. In the depth of my heart, I wanted him to fuck me too. So far, I was a fool to think that I shall get away getting smooched, kissed and fondled and would be spared of getting fucked.

I wrapped my fingers around his cock and started sliding his cock's foreskin gently over his cock's length. I gradually pumped his cock. Ali was emotional seeing me not resisting but rather cooperating. He started talking about his family and home town. He described about his family and how he had met his wife in his home town in Pakistan. Perhaps he wanted to show me that he considered me to be closer than just a one night fuck.

I knew that the lady officer would ask me the name of his home town. Before she asked, I said his home town was a small village near Peshawar called "Hussainabad" or something like that. His wife's name he had blurted out was "Lailaa". I looked at the lady officer pointedly. She nodded her head and noted the information.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

I continued my narration. "Ali pulled me closer, lifted my chin, rose a little and kissed me hard on my lips. He placed his lips on mine and we started kissing each other locking our lips. He slipped his hands down my back and felt my spinal valley running down from my neck down to my ass crack.

We must have kissed for almost five minutes. While we were kissing, Ali kept caressing my back and my ass cheeks, squeezing them hard occasionally, poking his finger inside my ass crack. His touch on my ass cheeks sent shivers down my spine. When I was out of breath, we separated. I inserted my hand between our bodies and pumped his cock slowly lovingly. His cock oozed out quite a lot of his pre-cum. It was coated with the slime of his ejected pre-cum. I kept spreading it over the surface of his long and thick cock.

After the kiss, Ali made me turn and was behind me pushing his crotch on my ass. His solid road poked my butts. He wanted to grab both my breasts, squeeze them hard and pinch my puffed up nipples. His big cock was playing with my ass cheeks and poked my back at different points.

Suddenly Ali removed the covers with a jerk. We were fully naked in the lighted room. I had a chill thinking that if there were any cameras in the room, Ali and I would be perfect characters for a porn movie. Ali made me sit on bed and got down from bed. He wanted to look at me lying fully naked on bed. I felt terribly shy, if not embarrassed when Ali surveyed me from top to bottom. I had never been surveyed like that even by a female physician or my hubby before.

At the same time, I felt proud too that Ali found my body so desirable and beautiful that when I was available for a good fuck, he took time to survey and admire my curves, plateaus and caves. I let Ali feel my silky smooth body. Ali bent and very slowly caressed and played with each of my limbs, curves, hillocks, valleys and holes with his fingers.

He was taking his time. He was in no hurry. We had the whole night to ourselves. I was sure, at home; my hubby must be imagining what was happening with me here at the hotel in the bed. Perhaps he might be masturbating imagining me getting this treatment from Ali. I wondered at his mentality. Was he a cuckold or what? Anyway, I was too excited by Ali's fingers sliding, rolling and occasionally pinching all over my body. His had rested finally when it reached my pubic mound. Perhaps he wondered at the amazingly shapely delta between my thighs.

I wondered if he found my pussy region as beautiful as he had ever seen. However, the way his eyes bulged looking at my naked form lying spread-eagled on bed divulged that he did. He glided his fingers over my pubic mound and rested them at the junction of two thighs where my love hole hid between them. He nudged my thighs apart and caressed my pussy lips with his fingers. My pussy lips were already saturated with my love juice at the excitement of Ali's touch and in anticipation of what was to come.

Ali dipped his finger in the over flowing juice and licked his finger clean. From his face expressions it looked as if he found my juice tasty; or was he just posing as if he loved the taste? Ali looked at me and smiled grabbing my sumptuous breasts in his hands. He said, "Arpi, you have the loveliest boobs I have ever seen."

I retorted, "Ali you are saying this for the nth number of times. Am I really so beautiful, or are you pulling my leg?"

Ali smiled and said, "You women love to hear the praise of your beauty and therefore I love keep repeating it."

That was the first time that I felt a tinge of edginess in his otherwise so far such a smooth and sweet behaviour. The use of "You women" was revealing. However, I did not think much of it at that time. I was too excited and involved in our love game.

Ali bent down and spread my legs apart. He inserted his mouth and licked my pussy for a while. I was ecstatic as his face with moustache and light beard scratching on my inner thighs turned me on like hell. My juice started flowing liberally. Ali then withdrew his mouth and inserted his two fingers into my pussy. The effect on me was explosive. Ali was deft on knowing the right spots to drive me crazy. He started finger fucking me and side by side rubbing my most sensitive part i.e. clitoris to make me beg him to fuck me.

Ali kept on finger fucking me harder and harder driving me wild with passion. His finger fucking became so frantic that I had an explosive orgasm in no time. When Ali saw that he was able to drive me wild with his finger fucking, he started manipulating my G spot deftly like an expert. He knew where he needed to rub my skin so that I would become the most vulnerable. Sure as hell he drove me to a point that I went crazy with his action and was becoming desperate to get fucked by Ali. But I somehow controlled myself. I had to, because after all I was a married woman!

Ali realised that I was very horny and may agree let him fuck me. I would be lying if I said that I was not horny and that I did not want him to fuck me. I was hoping that he would force me down and climb on top of me and fuck me hard. I was hoping that he would bang me that evening. I saw that my hope was not going in vain as Ali gently changed his position and straddling me between his two legs rose above me to position his cock over my waiting pussy. While he was preparing to fuck me, he kept talking about his parents, his wife etc.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

I could feel his cock grazing my pussy lips. As if instinctively, he climbed over me as he kept narrating about his wife and children back in Pakistan. When I realized that if I delayed stopping him, he would push his huge cock inside my pussy hole, I got alarmed and shouted at him, throwing him off balance. I pushed him away and told him that I was not a whore that any could fuck me. I was ready to help him out of a situation; because it was his birthday. However, he should not cross his limits.

Ali seemed shocked. He had taken me for granted. He knew he was going to fuck me good and hard. His self confidence took a big hit. Then suddenly his face expressions changed. I was surprised seeing complete turnaround of his confident self. He folded his hands. Ali repeatedly begged me to let him fuck me.

I don't know what got over me. I decided to stop the game, if I could. I was fighting an internal turmoil of getting fucked or saving my chastity. I told him firmly, "Ali, I would never meet you again if you force fuck me. I would immediately complain and register a case of bang against you. It was ok as long as you were feeling me, touching me, seeing me naked and all. But fucking? No, never."

Ali started to cry like a baby. He apologized and said, "Honey, I have not had a woman for six months and am not able to control myself. Please having come thus far, please don't be cruel on me. Please at least tonight, let me make love to you? I promise you, if you will not want, I shall never ever ask you again. Please?"

I really felt bad for this man. I wished I could let him fuck me. In fact I wanted that too. But my commitment to my husband prevented me from going all the way. Was I not hypocrite? I thought to myself. Was I right to let him come thus far and denying him the final pleasure?

Ali sulked and stood a little distance away from me. I felt pity on this man. He was so virile, vibrant and lively that I felt guilty of denying him the pleasure that men want from their loving female companions. Not to say that the females don't deserve the same. I cursed myself for denying him and denying myself that pleasure. I went to him and caught him and hugged him. I said, "Sorry darling! I love you so much. I very much want you to fuck me. But please appreciate that I am a married woman and my indulging in sex with you would be a sin.

Ali looked at me with tears in his eyes and told me, "Ok darling I respect your sentiments. But times have changed. Now husband and wives don't mind their spouses to indulge a little bit in extramarital sex, if it is to their liking. If you don't want to allow me to fuck you, I request you at least to give me a blow job. Will you not do that much for me, please?"

I hated blowjob. How can a woman mouth a man's penis? This was always a question in my mind whenever my husband asked me to give him a blow job. I told Ali, "A blow job? I would rather be fucked, then give a blowjob. Never in my life will I ever mouth any penis. My husband fucks me. But I never mouth his penis. Giving a blow job is more than fucking. If I give you a blowjob, then I might as well get fucked."

Ali said exasperated, "Ok, no fucking, no blow job, then at last you can masturbate me to ejection please? I have agreed to your two conditions. Please accept one from me."

I thought that since he had agreed not to fuck me, I should at least agree to masturbate him. I looked at him. I smiled and said sympathetically, "Look darling, I love you too. I am glad you understand my compulsions. Since you have agreed not to insist on sex, I agree to masturbate you. Ok? Happy?"

Ali smiled broadly. I could see his feeling of elation at my agreeing to masturbate him. Like a good boy, Ali came down from atop me and lay by my side. I sat up, bent down close to his cock, getting ready to hold his lovely cock in my hand and masturbate him. All the while a sense of guilt was so predominant in me that I felt that I should have allowed such a nice person to fuck me, particularly when I knew that perhaps my husband would also not have very serious objection to it.

I held Ali's massive cock in my hands. I saw it leaking out his pre-cum profusely. I wanted to feel his cock. His cock was like an Aphrodite for me. I caught his long and thick manhood in my hands. I could feel its size and girth. I just could not resist the temptation to see it closely; live and throbbing. So far I had only felt it in my hand. I bent down crouching on it to look at it closely and brought my face close to Ali's cock. When I closely looked at his massive girth and length with all veins bursting with his vitality and semen inside, my jaw dropped and my mouth flew open in awe. It was really thicker and longer than any I had ever seen and very much thicker than my hubby's.

When Ali saw that my mouth was so close to his cock and it was open, he could not resist his body and instinctively, in one swift move Ali heaved an upper thrust of his torso. Quite a bit of his cock filled up my throat. My throat got choked due to sudden stuffing up of Ali's cock in my open mouth. I could not cough because of my mouth was jammed by Ali's massive cock. I was alarmed. I had never taken even my hubby's cock in my mouth. I hated the idea of sucking a man's penis. However, I saw an electrifying effect on Ali, the moment I had Ali's cock in my mouth. Ali's waist and the whole body convulsed in ecstasy as I mouthed his cock.

Ali was surprised that I had mouthed his cock. He uttered, "Arpi, darling, you are so wonderful. Your lips feel like heaven and your tongue licking is driving me crazy. Ali crouched on me pulled me closer and kissed my head and hair and said, "I cannot tell you how much gratified I feel today. Your mouthing my cock has made me obliged to you forever."

I was shocked beyond belief. What favour I had not extended to my husband, I was doing to Ali. I felt Ali squirming in ecstasy. His cock was oozing out his pre-cum. It was trickling down my throat and there was no way, I could spit it away; as Ali's cock had blocked the way. I sputtered as I gulped his pre-cum. For the first time in my life, I tasted a man's semen. But God!! Unlike what I had feared it did not taste that bad. His semen was warm and had a typical taste.

Ali's cock was already lodged in my mouth; I thought I might as well as make him happier by licking it. I rubbed my tongue and lips around his thick shaft. His bulbous head was like a huge mushroom. Ali's pre-cum was oozing like never before. I was afraid that he might cum in my mouth. I licked his cock for quite a while and I must admit that I liked doing it.

When finally I took Ali's cock out, Ali came and embraced me and said, "Arpi darling, I am ever so grateful for your licking my lund and making me the happiest man in the world."

When I mouthed Ali's massive manhood, I wondered what would happen if such a massive road will penetrate into my pussy. My hole was rather small and I hoped I would be able to take it in.

What was happening to me? I was getting ready to get fucked by Ali. I became horny the moment I saw Ali's cock and took it in my mouth. I wondered what would happen if indeed this monstrous cock were to fuck my pussy. Would I be able to take it in?

My pussy hole was rather small. My husband too had a slight difficulty pushing in his cock while fucking me. Ali's cock in comparison was massive. If he forced it in, I was sure my pussy would be torn apart. So many thoughts kept flooding in my tiny mind. I knew that a woman's vagina is highly flexible. It had the capacity to stretch 10 times its normal size. That is how a woman delivers a baby. I wondered how it felt to have his cock in my pussy. I realized that I wanted to get fucked by Ali. It was no longer his need, it was mine.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

I pulled Ali from his waist and said, "You wanted to fuck me no? Come on, I shall fulfil your desire for once. But remember, don't eject inside. Do you have a condom?"

Ali instantly moved away, picked up his trousers and produced one from his pant pocket. I was surprised that Ali had come fully prepared knowing well that he was going to fuck me that night. Anyway, there was little I could do about it. In fact I liked his self confidence. Ali hurriedly covered up his gigantic penis (I would be wrong to call it penis. It was a huge rod) with that plastic balloon with some difficulty. The damn plastic appeared too small to fit into his thick cock. I was afraid lest the damned thing should not burst off during the course of fucking.

I shuddered at the thought of his road penetrating into my cunt. However, I was sure I would get it over with. Another question agitating my mind was how to tell my husband what I was about to do with Ali?

Anyway, I would have to deal with it, when the time comes. At that moment my mind was focused more on Ali's monstrous cock and its entry into my pussy. I lay on the bed with my legs spread apart waiting for Ali to return and push his rod coated with that plastic bubble inside my hungry cunt. I hated myself for having agreed to get fucked by Ali. I felt like a whore, lying there, spreading my legs apart for getting fucked by one of the people for whom, my relatives back home did not have the best of liking.

I felt that somewhere along the line, I allowed things to get too far, which I should have avoided. Well!, it looked as if my cunt was too hungry to get fucked by a big rod and when i saw Ali's cock, I simply could not control the urge to have his big rod enter my pussy and have the feeling of all my pussy passage get filled up to the brim. I had no idea if that was the carnal desires all women had, or was it just mine?

Ali adjusted his cock and looked at me waiting, holding my breath to make him push his cock into my hole. He smiled. I detected a faint hint of victory. No wonder! He had achieved what he had wanted to do for a long time. He had put me where he wanted me to be. Then he spoke something that only people like he can do. He said, "Arpi, I am going to fuck you today. I am going to fuck you like your hubby might never have fucked you. After tonight, you are going to beg me to fuck you, whenever there will be half a chance. You are going to be my fuck slave."

I hated myself for having agreed to let him fuck me. I did not want to be his fuck slave. But then, there was little I could do at that stage. I cursed my dirty desires and hungry cunt for having sacrificed my dignity at the altar of my bodily hunger. I then feared lest Ali should not become a pain in the neck for me in days to come.

Ali centred his cock on my pussy lips and waited for me to rub it so that it moves inside my hole easily. I caught his rod and rubbed it several times on my cunt lips so it would get thoroughly lubricated and would ease into my pussy. Like a bloody fuck slave, I badly wanted that skin to skin rubbing, sliding of his cock on the tightly gripping interior wall of my pussy passage and those manly heaves that I knew Ali would be capable of making that will shake my body up thoroughly and fire me up; the experience I was craving to have for a long time.

True to my expectations, Ali heaved the first thrust into my pussy passage as soon as I centred his cock to his satisfaction in the centre of my love hole getting it slightly in to prevent it from slipping out. A tremor of excitement, followed by sharp pain shot through my body. My body did shake up. His cock was thicker than I had thought and my pussy passage was far narrower. My passage did not grip it tight, rather it almost went along with his cock as he heaved his monstrous cock inside my pussy mercilessly. I was scared lest my pussy passage skin would get torn and i would start bleeding.

I cried out in pain. I shouted at Ali to go slow. He was a bit taken aback with my angry reaction. I realized that perhaps I had over reacted. I lowered my voice trying to inject some sweetness, "Honey, I am very tight there. Please go slow. It's causing me pain."

Ali was far too horny to pay heed to my pleas. He let go his bull's penis like rod with a big heave into my pussy. I had flood of tears in my eyes. I would have been able to take his cock into my pussy, had he been gentle and had take care to lubricate it with his pre-cum and may be some saliva or cream or lotion for that matter. However, his act of sheer indifference hurt me both physically (into my pussy) and emotionally. I did not expect my lover to be so merciless that he would not care for physical discomforts and pain.

At that very moment I felt like getting up and throwing Ali off from above me. However, I felt that it was far too late and far too difficult for me to do so. Ali had already brought me to a point where I had lost all my vanity and probity when he and his friends compelled me to be naked in front of him. Now that he had already penetrated into my pussy, what good would it serve me to cry wolf after all my acts of sinful commission.

Besides, I felt that he would not let me go, if I resisted and would bang me anyway with some physical force and abuse. I had a very big anxiety, which was that if Ali made me pregnant, it would be disaster of sorts. I was not very keen to mother Ali's child, when I had some idea of his personality.

I felt excruciating pain in my pussy. Perhaps I was bleeding there. I saw a trace of my blood on his rod as he withdrew to pump his cock further into my pussy again. I did not feel any more pain as I must have fallen unconscious for a while as he kept fucking me harder and harder. I did not know how long he fucked me.

When I finally woke up from my sleep or from comma (I did not know what), it was morning already. I had severe [ain in my pussy passage. Fortunately I had some pain killers in my bag, which I took and lay in bed for a while. Ali was snoring by my side all naked with his cock still almost standing up half erect; threatening me with another painful fucking session.

I got up quietly. I did not want him to wake up and attempt another fucking session with me. I picked up my dress. It was almost dry by then. I quietly went to the washroom, changed and very quietly walked out to catch a cab and return home to safety.

END

[kamdev99008]

end....?????

where is the ending.....

the story is uncompleted... but you mentioned end

post more uodates and complete logically

[Ramesh_Rocky]

end....?????

where is the ending.....

the story is uncompleted... but you mentioned end

post more uodates and complete logically

The original writer stopped writing from here
If you want to continue it go on

[kamdev99008]

ok ramesh dear...

but i think... @fasterboy will be the best writer to continue..... if original writer eloped

[hhhotboy2000]

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[dilema]

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