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I Got My Husband His Promotion!
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by Rabia Khan
This story is true even though I am not at all proud of what I did for for Ahmed. He and I had been married for only 4 years when he changed jobs. He was very satisfied in his last position as a section manager for his firm. He knew there was just no hope of promotion within that firm because of two things - 1, The old boy network where the very best friends of the boss got all of the good jobs and 2. He didn’t get on very well with the boss anyway. When he applied for this new position 3 months ago he was really excited at the prospects of a totally different work ethic and just knew he would soon be manager of his department without having to suck up to his boss. Once he was established in his position and was proving to be a great success the time came up for his 3 month review of service and it was dependent on this review whether he got the promotion. I had never met his boss. He was the CEO of this business and from what I had heard he was very easy to work for. Ahmed often came home from work telling me how good his boss was and how the other managers were praising him. They all told Ahmed the same thing - do your work well and the boss will reward you! Ahmed came home on Monday evening and told me we had been invited to his boss’s home for dinner next Friday evening. He told me it wouldn’t be a very formal dinner as his boss preferred to get to know his staff in a relaxed situation rather than a stiff and formal situation. He also told me to go out and buy myself an absolutely stunning new dress for the occasion - no expense spared. I was, of course, thrilled. Much to my amazement Ahmed suggested he will accompany me to the shops to help me select my new dress. Ahmed never takes an interest in buying my dresses and is quite content to accept what I buy - he says I look good in anything. We looked at dozens of dresses but the one he suggested was one I probably wouldn’t have chosen without Ahmed being present. It was a delightful pretty dark blue dress in two parts. It had the skirt which was rather short compared with long skirts that I normally wear and the top was separate. The top was a sleeveless blouse sort of thing with three buttons down the front. The material wasn’t really very thin in fact it was a little thicker than I would have chosen. The dress certainly looked really nice on me when I tried it on in the shop. The only reservation I had about it was that if I lifted my arms up above my head I showed about 5″ of my bare belly. I didn’t usually wore dresses which expose my belly button in those days! I am not in the least ashamed with my body, particular at that stage of my life I was even slimmer and had a waist of 19” compared to my 23” now, in fact I am very pleased with the way I looked then but I didn’t exactly like baring my skin to others. Anyway, this was the one Ahmed chose and this was the one we bought. He also insisted on buying me some new underwear. This finally consisted of a very tiny bra really only a quarter cup on which my breasts sat completely exposing the top half and my nipples. The other part was a very tiny thong which I was almost too ashamed to be seen in. It was a very thin belt of elastic around my middle with what appeared to be a piece of string which went between my bum cheeks and only about 1″ wide where it was supposed to cover my pussy. I have always waxed and removed my pubic hair so that it wasn’t and problem as it won’t show anything outside my bikini bottom but the small size was so ridiculous because even pulling the edges as far as they would go didn’t go anywhere near covering my pussy and certainly not my remaining genital area. Ahmed insisted on my complete outfit and so that was what we bought. When we reached home he asked me to model the outfit. I stripped completely naked and then strapped the bra around under my breasts and dropped my breasts onto the platform which was supposed to support them. The straps were very tiny and really went from under my arms in the front, over my shoulders, to back near my underarms at the back. There wasn’t much of this bra even though Ahmed had paid a lot of money for it. When I came to pull up my new panties I was in for a shock. It was the first time I had worn anything like this and with just the string between my cheeks it was uncomfortable and felt as if it was cutting me. Then with the front being so narrow I was amazed just how much of me it showed in the mirror. I told Ahmed I would have to go to the parlour for waxing my pubic hair again earlier then it was due, if he expected me to wear these panties. He told me not to worry as he would wax me on the day before we went to the dinner. Friday came around all too quickly and I was getting excited at the prospect of meeting his powerful boss. Ahmed took me into the bathroom, stripped me completely naked and then waxed by body and private parts also. I became very aroused when Ahmed was waxing me and I asked him to fuck me but he told me to wait as he was nervous about getting there for dinner on time and promised we would be able to celebrate later on this evening. I realized he would probably be told about his promotion at the dinner and would want to fuck me as soon as we arrived home. I curbed my excitement although I was rather wet. I had my shower and then began dressing. To my horror I found, when I pulled my thong up, that it had cut into my cunt lips and they were exposed outside the narrow band of material. Ahmed had waxed off the hair on my lips too but now the lips themselves were showing. Ahmed loved this and told me I looked very slutty - something I wasn’t impressed about. My bra was so small it was almost a juggling act to keep my breasts on the cup - it really wasn’t a cup but more like a ledge. My breasts are not very big but not too small either but they were firm otherwise I wouldn’t have been able to keep them in place at all. Fortunately my nipples are of moderate size but can become longer when I am really excited but most of the time they are rather flat. Next I donned my skirt and my top and was very relieved to see that nothing was visible through the material and nobody would know I was wearing this silly underwear. I realized I had to humor Ahmed because this was to be his big night. He dressed in a very casual but totally smart shirt and slacks and looked really good. I was looking forward to this night. About an hour before we were due to leave for the dinner the phone rang and I answered it. It was Sarah, the wife of one of the other department managers. I had got to know Sarah better than any of the other manager’s wives I had met and she was really nice. She wished me all the best for the dinner party and hoped everything would go well but added a very cautious “Take care!” before she hung up. This concerned me as to why she would suggest I had to take care. I asked Ahmed what she could have meant and he told me he didn’t know but he knew some of the other managers had said something about not knowing what would happen at these parties! I was a little perturbed but decided to dismiss any doubts and have a good time. We arrived at the boss’s home - a very spacious good looking home in the very best part of the city - and were surprised to see there were other guests there as well as us. When I met Ahmed’s boss I was very impressed. He was a tall handsome man, well built and he had gray hair (even though he was only 49 years old) and a short bristly moustache. His name was Parwaiz and he greeted us both very warmly. He shook my hand firmly and held on to it just a little bit longer than I would have expected. We were introduced to the rest of the guests - they were all businessmen from the industry - and everyone seemed to be very friendly. Parwaiz’s wife, Khalida, was a delightful person - very open and friendly - and she made us feel very welcome in their home. The dinner progressed very smoothly and we all had sumptuous food and plenty to drink although I kept my alcohol intake to a minimum. Parwaiz’s home was built for entertaining and at the other end of the huge dining room where we had eaten was a staircase leading to the upper floor. We moved away from the table after everyone was finished and we stood around talking amongst ourselves. Ahmed was moving from one group to another group and I could not keep pace with him, soon he had moved away from me to talk to some of Parwaiz’s other guests at the other end of the large entertainment area, and Khalida came over to keep me company. She asked me if I would like to look around their home and of course I jumped at the chance. We had only just reached the head of the stairs when Parwaiz came bounding up behind us and told Khalida she was needed in the kitchen. Khalida excused herself and swiftly went away to the kitchen, and left me behind to chat with Parwaiz. In my nervousness, I told Parwaiz they had a beautiful house and mentioned Khalida was going to show me around. Parwaiz then told me he would show me around the house instead. He took my arm near my elbow and tucked it under his arm and pulled me to him. We chatted as we looked at several of the rooms and then he took me into what was the den. This was set up as an office and had his personal papers everywhere. As soon as we were in the den, he closed the door behind us and turned to me and said, “Rabia, I know you and Ahmed are very anxious to learn if he is to get his promotion which he is looking forward to so eagerly. I can tell you, confidentially, that he is just about a certainty to get the promotion, but there is just one little item which has to be sorted out first. I always like my staff to do everything I want of them and that includes their wives. I wouldn’t want any man working for me if he didn’t have a wife behind him who would also do everything I wanted from her. You will understand that every manager working for me has a wife who will do anything for me as well as her husband. Do you understand what I am saying? Well, I like a woman who is totally loyal not only to her husband but to me and my company. If you don’t feel you would fit that requirement then you and Ahmed will be disappointed when he doesn’t get his promotion. Do I make myself clear, Rabia?” I was staggered by his speech - he was obviously wanting me to be at his beck and call as well as Ahmed - did he want me to do work for his company as well at Ahmed or was he meaning something more sinister? I could only assume Ahmed wouldn’t get his promotion if I didn’t agree with Parwaiz so I said I would do anything necessary for Ahmed to get his promotion! Parwaiz turned me to face him and then took both of my hands in his. He pulled me to him and told me he was glad I understood and he would love to announce Ahmed’s promotion this evening if I was prepared to do some things for him right now. I was beginning to get worried thinking back to what Sarah had said. But I knew Ahmed dearly wanted this promotion so I would have to do whatever Parwaiz wanted. He took me closely into his arms and began kissing me. He was an attractive man but I didn’t want him to kiss me but I simply put up with it for Ahmed’s sake. Next he held me at arms length and then released my hands and immediately began unbuttoning my dress top. I moved to stop him but he just took his hands away, held them up in front of me and said, “Well, Rabia, I respect your wishes - I guess Ahmed’s promotion isn’t all that important!” And with that he turned to leave the room. I was horrified that I had blown Ahmed’s one chance of his new job. I apologized to Parwaiz and said I had been a bit silly and didn’t mean to stop him! He then continued undoing the buttons and soon had the top down off my shoulders and off my body altogether. He began feeling my breasts which looked so silly sitting there on this stupid little bra! He spun me around and then undid the catch on the bra and pulled it off my body. Now I was standing naked to the waist in front of Ahmed’s handsome boss. He grinned at me and said, “Nice body” and began caressing my breasts and nipples making me feel very embarrassed. He then slipped his hands down to my waist and pulled me to him so that he could take my nipples in his mouth. He sucked on my nipples for several minutes and I could feel some stirring in between my legs - I was beginning to enjoy what he was doing to me. But this is all wrong! I kept telling myself I was only allowing this because of Ahmed’s promotion but I couldn’t help getting aroused! There had been a number of men before I met Ahmed who had bared my breasts and sucked my nipples and quite a few of them had gone further and taken my panties off and not only played with me but had fucked me as well. I had been fucked lots of times before I met Ahmed and when I had told him about some of my sexual experiences he just shrugged and said he thought I was making them up to make him jeolous and didn’t believe me and even if it was true, in this day and age he certainly didn’t expect me to be a virgin when he married me. It was probably because this man wasn’t my husband that I was getting so turned on and I kept remembering how I had felt when different men had played with me and sometimes fucked me. Parwaiz then undid my skirt and let it drop to the floor. Somewhat in a daze I stepped out of my skirt and stood there in front of him wearing just my shoes and my obscene thong. He squatted down in front of me and looked at what the thong didn’t hide. My lips were showing on either side of the thong and I suddenly felt very vulnerable. Parwaiz then slipped his fingers under the thong and touched my cunt lips. I stepped back, more from instinct than because I didn’t want him to do that, but he immediately stood up and walked towards the door. I called him back and explained and apologized, and so he then slipped his fingers in the band of my thong and pulled it down my legs. Now, apart from my shoes, I was totally naked in front of a man I had only met a couple of hours before. He pulled me to him, kissed me again but very deeply this time, and caressed my breast and nipple at the same time he moved his hand between my legs and inserted one finger inside my cunt! I was shocked but remembered what he had said before and didn’t move away. He played with my cunt inserting more fingers and then he began stroking my clitoris. This always turns me on totally and I knew I was starting to cum! Parwaiz then moved me back from him, unbuckled his belt and dropped his pants onto the floor. These were followed by his underpants leaving a long and hard cock jutting out in front of his body. He pressed my shoulders down and I knew instantly I had to suck his cock! Ahmed wasn’t very keen on having me suck his cock although I must admit I had sucked lots and lots of cocks before I met Ahmed. I licked his cock and then moving my tongue around the crown head of his cock I knew I was just wasting time so I slipped my mouth over his cock and took it into my mouth about 4 inches. I kept it there and sucked quite hard on it. His cock was probably about 8 inches long and he just continued pushing it into my mouth until I had it all and my nose was in his pubic hair. I was nearly gagging but somehow I managed to pass his cock down into my throat with some comfort provided I pulled it out every now and again to get my breath. At last I could feel his pumping in my mouth changing pace and he quickened the strokes as I knew he was about to cum in my mouth. I didn’t dislike the taste of cum in my mouth but I had never sucked a cock on a man of this age before. Anyway I managed to pull his cock out until there was only about 2 inches in my mouth as he came. He squirted a lot of cum into my mouth and as he was holding my head I just had to swallow the lot. He kept his cock in my mouth after he had finished shooting his cum and I continued to suck him knowing he wanted his cock hard again. He was hard as a rock a second time in no time at all. By now I realized what was going to happen next. He pushed me back onto the desk until I was lying on it; he then spread my legs wide apart and exposed my bare cunt to him. He then thrust his cock into me and continued to push it in firmly until he was totally inside me! Then he began fucking me in earnest! I kept telling myself I was only doing this for Ahmed but at the same time I knew I wanted this man to fuck me. It seemed ages since I had another man’s cock in me as in last three years or so, I had grown used to having Ahmed’s cock all the time. This felt so wonderful I really began to realize just how excited I was. Right now I could feel the strong waves of passion beginning somewhere in the pit of my stomach and extending down to my clitoris. I was having an unbelievable orgasm with this man who wasn’t my husband. I am committing adultery but just now I couldn’t care less - I just wanted to be fucked. I came with a tremendous, violent spasm and these spasms kept rolling through my body for several minutes as Parwaiz was shooting his cum deep into my cunt! I had just fucked another man and I did it so my husband would receive his promotion. Parwaiz pulled his somewhat limp cock out of my body but my spasms hadn’t yet ceased and I was in a state of breathless shock. Parwaiz leant over and kissed me deeply and told me Ahmed’s promotion was almost certain now but I still had one more thing to do for him. I was almost too wound up with my own orgasm to fully understand what Parwaiz was saying to me. Parwaiz stood up and pulled me up with him. He made me stand in front of him still naked but now with some of his cum running out of my cunt and down the inside of my legs. I felt a real slut but consoled myself, as I realized that despite the gravity of the situation, I had only done this terrible thing for Ahmed. Parwaiz kept me standing there watching the cum running down my legs and obviously he was very delighted at his conquest. He picked up my panties and my tiny bra and thrust them into a drawer in his desk. He told me he would keep them for a souvenir and they would remind him every time he saw them of the wonderful time we spent together this evening. Then he said, “I am sending Ahmed away on a business trip for a week in a few days time. He will be eagerly looking forward to this trip because it will be the first he will conduct as the new manager of his department. While he is away I will come and live with you for the week and we will spend the whole time together. I am arranging to take leave that week and you are to do the same. You will not tell your husband what you are doing for this week while he is away but you can tell him about tonight if you wish because he will know you are making sure of his promotion like all of the other managers have done before. I will leave that up to you but you must be ready for me when he goes away!” I was almost too shocked to comprehend his words. Now I understood what Sarah had been warning me about - obviously she had been fucked too to ensure her husband’s promotion. Fortunately there were no other managers at the dinner only Parwaiz’s business associates otherwise the manager’s wives would have known I had been fucked to get his promotion. Gathering up my short skirt and top I dressed quickly but now I was completely naked under my dress. I was conscious of the cum running down the insides of my legs and asked Parwaiz where I could go to clean up. He told me he didn’t want me to clean up but to just return to the party looking like I am. I told him his guests would see the cum running down my legs and would know he had sex with me but he just grinned and said, “You do want Ahmed to get his promotion, don’t you?” I knew I was beaten and so I walked back into the main room with Parwaiz at my side. He must have shot a huge load of cum into me because the amount of cum running down my legs was now well past my knees and totally visible as my skirt was very short and at least 7″ above my knees. I felt everyone was watching me but, hopefully, perhaps some were not aware of my predicament. Walking over to Ahmed I stood nervously alongside him and wondered if he had looked at the cum on my legs. There were several other guests near us and I couldn’t talk privately to him. I really wanted to go to the toilet and clean up but I didn’t dare after Parwaiz had made it so clear I shouldn’t do that. At last Ahmed and I were alone. Ahmed leaned over to me and whispered in my ear, “Well Darling, do I get my promotion?” I looked at him stunned realizing he knew I had been fucking Parwaiz to make sure of his promotion! I didn’t know what to say or do. I began by whispering back, “Do you know what that bastard has made me do to make sure of your promotion?” and he just grinned and said, “Well it was worth it, wasn’t it?” Now I felt terrible. My loving husband had knowingly allowed me to be fucked by his boss and he didn’t seem to care how I felt. Ahmed then said, “You are advertising to everyone here that you have just been fucked with all that cum running down your legs and because you and Parwaiz were the only people absent from the room during the time they know it was him who fucked you! Thank you for making sure of my promotion Darling, I will try to make it up to you somehow.” Because there was so much cum leaking out of me before we left that party the cum had reached my ankles and was slowly leaking into my shoes. I was long past caring about what I looked like - it was obvious I was a used slut and I am sure everyone knew that. By now my hatred of Ahmed had grown to a position where I just didn’t care what that bastard wanted I would make him wait a long time before I would willingly have sex with him again. Ahmed was soon aware of my hatred for him. He went very quiet and was particularly silent on the way home. I had some tissues in the car but decided against wiping up the cum preferring to leave it on my legs so that Ahmed would have a reminder of what he had made me do with Parwaiz! By the time we reached our home most of the cum had dried on my legs but my cunt was still very sloppy wet as that part wasn’t drying like the rest. When we moved indoors after parking the car in the garage, Ahmed suggested I have a shower and clean up before bed. I visited the bathroom but only to pee. I refused his suggestion to shower preferring to just strip off my short skirt and top and then my shoes and lie naked on our bed. I positioned myself so that I was lying on my back, my legs spread widely on the bed where Ahmed could see my cum stained legs and thighs and most of all my cum soaked cleanly waxed cunt. Parwaiz’s cum was caked on my pubic area and also on my belly just near my navel where he had wiped his cock after pulling it out of me. I knew I looked a complete slut lying there without any covering over me. Ahmed certainly didn’t like the cum stained look about me and again asked me to shower before he fucked me. He tried his best to get me into the shower but I refused and to aggravate him further I spread my legs wider and squeezed my cunt muscles as hard as I could in the hope I may be able to force more of Parwaiz’s cum out of my cunt. I think I succeeded judging by the disgusted look on Ahmed’s face. I told him, in no uncertain terms, that there was no way he was going to fuck me again for some time! If he wanted his promotion so badly he had knowingly allowed Parwaiz to fuck me then I had no respect for him at all! Ahmed knew exactly what I was getting at and rolled over on the bed and faced the other way from me. I hoped he couldn’t sleep but I kept thinking about Parwaiz before I dropped off to sleep myself. When I woke in the morning I looked first at myself and couldn’t believe how much of a slut I looked. There was still a lot of moisture on my cunt lips and the dried cum had a rather white look about it and was completely visible still. Ahmed woke soon after and reached over to caress me but I leapt out of bed and walked slowly to the bathroom where I peed but didn’t wash anything except my face and hands. I walked naked into the kitchen where I prepared our breakfast. Ahmed came into the kitchen in his dressing gown and just stared at my naked body as I moved around getting the breakfast ready. He could easily see my cum stained body which was a constant reminder to him of what he was being punished for. The entire Saturday & Sunday I avoided cleaning the dried cum on my body. When I was preparing to dress for my work on Monday, I told Ahmed I thought I wouldn’t have a shower this morning and also I wouldn’t wear any underwear at all to work. If this aroused some of the men by the smell of all the sex on my body then that was too bad for him but good for me. If he wanted me to be a slut then I would be happy to oblige. Ahmed begged me to dress properly and to shower first but I refused just donning my short work skirt and shirt and I still had my cum stained legs showing under my skirt. Of course I wasn’t wearing any panties or bra and this was a worry to him. He didn’t know I had a box of wet wipes and fresh underwear in my bag so I could clean up before I reached work but he could worry as much as he liked - I would get even with him. It was easy to clean up my cum stained legs with the wet wipes and, also a great relief when I could wipe my cunt clean too. Once I was satisfied I was completely clean I carefully slipped my fresh panties on but decided to leave off the bra as it was a bit too hard to put on in the car even though I was quite sheltered from view. I worked all day feeling excited about Parwaiz and what was likely to happen next week but at the same time I had a loathing towards Ahmed . I had also packed my vibrator in my bag when I left this morning and felt I could make Ahmed very unhappy he had allowed me to get fucked by Parwaiz. Once I had finished work I went to my car where I removed my panties and placed them in my work bag. I then took out the vibrator and gently pushed it deeply into my cunt. I switched it on and immediately I felt stimulated and very excited. With one hand on the steering wheel I drove home slowly using my other hand to play with my clitoris until I had an enormous orgasm right there in the car. As soon as I had cum I knew my cunt was as wet as could be but left the vibrator in me but switched off. After a short time I turned on the vibrator again and began playing with my clitoris. Soon after I exploded into another orgasm this time bigger and better than before. Now my cunt was soaking wet and I was a very sloppy mess. I kept the vibrator in my body running now at a very slow speed and this kept me totally stimulated for the rest of the journey home. Pulling into my parking space I carefully pulled the vibrator out of me and wiped it dry with some tissues before returning it to the bag. I touched my cunt and couldn’t believe just how wet and sloppy it felt. I walked inside to where Ahmed was waiting. I almost ignored him and walked into our bedroom. I was walking with some difficulty due to the huge orgasms I had just had but didn’t let him know I was so excited. Once I reached the bedroom Ahmed walked in and looked at me. I quickly removed my skirt and stood naked from the waist down in front of him. My cunt and thighs were extremely wet and glistened in the light. Robert was aghast! He immediately thought I had been fucked by someone and his rage made him shake. He demanded to know who had fucked me but I just continued to ignore him and took off my shirt. I had also been playing with my breasts and nipples on the way home and they were red and aroused and he obviously thought I had just had sex with someone. He was furious! I walked slowly to the shower and leisurely washed myself making sure Ahmed could see how I was carefully washing my cunt making out it was very sore! For the next few days I totally ignored him sexually and although he begged me to let him fuck me I just refused! When he came home that night he told me he had to travel away on his first assignment as manager and asked if I would like to come with him on the trip but I just laughed and told him it would be a waste of time! Ahmed knew he had hurt me badly and decided the only way to get back with me would be to wait until I was ready to forgive him! At last he left on his business trip. He implored me to forgive him before he left but I just ignored his requests. As he was leaving he told me he would ring me each night about 7.30 to see that I was alright and then he left. Once he was gone on his early morning flight I almost decided to return to bed but made up my mind to have a shower first and then could go back and have a sleep. I had just stepped out of the shower and dried myself when the doorbell rang. I slipped a dressing gown over my naked body and crept to the front door. I could look out of the glass near the door and was amazed to see Parwaiz standing there! I opened the door and he stepped inside bringing with him a small suitcase. He moved over to me, hugged and kissed me and told me he would make me the happiest woman in the world over the next few days! I wouldn’t be exaggerating to say he was fucking me within 5 minutes of the doorbell ringing! He had pulled my dressing gown off, kissed and caressed me and carried me into the bedroom. He pushed me down on the bed, spread my legs and without any foreplay had just thrust his very hard cock deep into my cunt! He fucked me and I had to admit I had never been so excited as at that moment. I responded to his fucking and we came together. We simply rolled apart and stayed on the bed until his cock began to harden again. For the second time within a half hour, I was fucked again! I was beginning to like the way he was fucking me and I had absolutely no conscience about fucking another man! Parwaiz was almost a fucking machine! He fucked me 6 times before our evening meal! Although I felt exhausted I couldn’t believe how exhilarated I felt! I told him Ahmed would be ringing me at 7.30pm and he smiled at me and told me he had a wonderful plan for that time! We ate our meal enjoying each other’s company. We had been naked all day and he hardly ever stopped playing with some part of my body! When the time got near 7.30, Parwaiz told me he wanted me to answer the telephone at 7.30 and to talk naturally to Ahmed not letting him know Parwaiz was there. I was still naked when the telephone rang at precisely at 7.30pm! When I walked over to answer it Parwaiz was just behind me. While I was talking to Ahmed, Parwaiz bent me over the telephone table and quickly pushed his very hard cock straight into my cunt! I was actually being fucked by another man while I talked to my husband! Parwaiz fucked me hard and I had a great deal of difficulty trying to talk naturally to Ahmed. Fortunately just as Parwaiz shot his load deep into my cunt and I came at the same time, Ahmed was telling me about his work and I didn’t have to speak for several minutes! In this time I was able to recover myself and then talk more naturally as I calmed down! Ahmed didn’t even ask what was going on although I am sure he must have wondered as there was some noise as Parwaiz was shoving his cock into me so violently that it rattled the table! Ahmed told me he loved me and I just grunted and then hung up! I turned around to face Parwaiz and told him he was a proper bastard to do that to me while I was talking to Ahmed but he just grinned and said we would do that again every night when Ahmed rang me! Over the next few days until Ahmed returned, Parwaiz and I fucked like a pair of rabbits. The only reason we weren’t fucking all the time was that Parwaiz needed some time to get his cock hard again. We were fucking like a newly married couple on their honeymoon. Certainly Parwaiz and I had fucked much more often in that week than Ahmed and I had done in the first month of our marriage! Strangely I didn’t have any conscience about what we were doing. I now hated Ahmed for what he had made me do but deep down I knew I loved him and would take him back when he returned. Every evening when Ahmed rang, Parwaiz would be fucking me while I talked to him. A couple of times I thought we had been found out but Ahmed just thought it was a bad connection and carried on talking. When Parwaiz made me cum I had to place my hand over the phone to stop Ahmed hearing me moan, groan and scream! Because Patrick was living at my home we were fucking at night too. Neither of us had to go to work and I had plenty of provisions so we didn’t need to leave the house. We remained naked the whole week and fucked as often as we possibly could. I had become a real cum slut and delighted in showing Parwaiz how I had looked when I had returned home from my first fucking with all the cum running down my legs. Parwaiz had an enormous capacity to pour heaps of cum into me when we fucked. He never seemed to diminish his supply of cum even when we fucked several times without waiting for him to recover his supply. Of course I sucked him quite a number of times and enjoyed swallowing his cum too. We played games, sex games, which I had never played before not with anyone. Parwaiz really expanded my knowledge of sex in a short time. He asked me if anyone had dropped cum into my mouth from a height? I didn’t know what that meant so he demonstrated. He laid me on my back and began fucking me. When he was nearly there he jumped up and stood above my head with a foot on either side. He then instructed me to open my mouth as wide as possible while he jerked his cock until he came. He held his cock, pointing down, slowly stroking it until his cum began to come out of the end. He then maneuvered himself until he was directly above my mouth and started to drip his cum straight into my open mouth. His aim was incredible and every drop landed in my mouth and again I have to say he cums heaps. It is an incredible sensation when the drops of cum hit the back of your mouth and throat and sort of bounce down your throat! Having just been fucked and terribly excited he made me cum just by dripping his cum into my mouth! I really loved this game. Parwaiz also asked me if I had been fucked in the asshole. I told him Ahmed hadn’t wanted to try that but several of my lovers before I was married had tried but just couldn’t get their cocks into my terribly tight hole. Parwaiz said we would soon fix that. He found a large tube of petroleum jelly in his case and came back to the bed. He told me to get 3 pillows and to place them under my hips and to lie on the bed with my behind elevated. Because of the regular fucking my cunt and asshole were quite wet and Parwaiz attempted to insert his finger in my asshole but it was close tight. He then suggested I evacuate my bowels and return to the bed and we would try again. When I returned I assumed the same position and again he played around with my asshole but it was still tight and he only managed a little bit of his finger inside me. He then lubricated his finger with a lot of petroleum jelly and tried again. This time he was successful and his whole finger entered my asshole. It felt strangely nice and I wanted him to continue. He then wriggled his finger around and told me to relax. Then he was able to insert a second finger and later a third without much difficulty. Next he removed his fingers and tipped some of the petroleum jelly into my hole. My hole remained open from his fingers and I could feel the cold jelly sliding down into my bowels. Next he gathered my vibrator from the table and handed it to me. He told me to use that in my cunt if I needed more sensations. Next he upended the petroleum jelly tube and squeezed it hard squirting most of the tube contents right into my asshole! I could feel it sliding down into my body and the sensation was wonderful. Then he poured some of what was left onto his very hard cock and placed it at my opening. He asked me to take deep breath and gently he eased his cock into my asshole! It slipped in so easily I hardly felt it at all but the sensations began to build up and I had an orgasm almost straight away. Parwaiz fucked my asshole for about 10 minutes - he probably could have held on longer - and then he came right into my bowels. The sensation of his hot sperm shooting in jets right into my body was wonderful. I had already cum, I think, 7 times while he was fucking my asshole but the last, when he shot his load, surpassed all others! I had now really been fucked in the arse and loved every minute of it. Parwaiz was very turned on watching his cum and the petroleum jelly dripping out of my asshole after he made me stand up. Fortunately he made me stand up in the bathroom and the rubbish dripped into the shower recess and was easily washed away. Arse fucking is really a great experience and we did that again several times before he left - each time with less petroleum jelly and more excitement. Eventually I learned to relax enough to allow his cock to enter my asshole without lubrication - only from previously being dipped into my very wet cunt - that was enough lubrication! Another of Parwaiz’s tricks was to have me lie on my back while he fucked me and then just before he came he pulled out and gently pumped his cum into my navel! I have a very deep navel and it has always fascinated anyone who has looked at it. I am not fat but I have this deep belly button. Amazingly his cum would fill my navel to the brim. He would then dip his finger in my belly button and scoop up a finger full of cum which he transferred to my waiting mouth. It took a long time before he emptied my navel and I had eaten all of his cum but we both enjoyed the whole sensation. My only comment is that cold cum doesn’t taste as nice as warm or hot cum! At last it was time for Ahmed to return home. I said goodbye to Parwaiz, somewhat reluctantly, because I had really loved all the attention he had showered on me. I also loved the constant fucking he was able to provide. Although I had been fucked so much, my cunt wasn’t really sore. He was rather a good lover and managed to fuck me with gentle strokes thereby saving me from much soreness which would have been likely with anyone else. Parwaiz told me he wouldn’t trouble me any further - I had been a wonderful manager’s wife and he respected me a great deal. He added, with a sly smile, he hoped Ahmed would seek more promotion in the future. I could see he would be wanting to fuck me more and more if that was the case. Ahmed returned home and I was freshly showered and had applied perfume to my body ready for him to fuck me! I was naked when he walked through the front door and I stood there with my arms outstretched waiting for him to take me in his arms. I was so used to being naked in my house over the last week it just felt natural to be naked in front of Ahmed. He quickly removed his clothes and carried me to our bed. He fucked me as hard and as long as he possibly could and kept telling me he loved me and was very sorry he had allowed Parwaiz to fuck me but felt it was necessary for his promotion. I told him I forgave him and he had better shut up and fuck me again or I would find someone else to do that! It really shook him up when I said that but I didn’t want to let him forget what he had done to me! Sex life with Ahmed has just about returned to normal now but I do wish he had a much longer cock like Parwaiz - it is amazing just how quickly one takes a liking to a longer cock. I guess I will have to settle for Ahmed and his smaller cock now! It sure was fun while it lasted! I wonder if Ahmed will apply for more promotion later on!
THE END
Collected from web
by Rabia Khan
This story is true even though I am not at all proud of what I did for for Ahmed. He and I had been married for only 4 years when he changed jobs. He was very satisfied in his last position as a section manager for his firm. He knew there was just no hope of promotion within that firm because of two things - 1, The old boy network where the very best friends of the boss got all of the good jobs and 2. He didn’t get on very well with the boss anyway. When he applied for this new position 3 months ago he was really excited at the prospects of a totally different work ethic and just knew he would soon be manager of his department without having to suck up to his boss. Once he was established in his position and was proving to be a great success the time came up for his 3 month review of service and it was dependent on this review whether he got the promotion. I had never met his boss. He was the CEO of this business and from what I had heard he was very easy to work for. Ahmed often came home from work telling me how good his boss was and how the other managers were praising him. They all told Ahmed the same thing - do your work well and the boss will reward you! Ahmed came home on Monday evening and told me we had been invited to his boss’s home for dinner next Friday evening. He told me it wouldn’t be a very formal dinner as his boss preferred to get to know his staff in a relaxed situation rather than a stiff and formal situation. He also told me to go out and buy myself an absolutely stunning new dress for the occasion - no expense spared. I was, of course, thrilled. Much to my amazement Ahmed suggested he will accompany me to the shops to help me select my new dress. Ahmed never takes an interest in buying my dresses and is quite content to accept what I buy - he says I look good in anything. We looked at dozens of dresses but the one he suggested was one I probably wouldn’t have chosen without Ahmed being present. It was a delightful pretty dark blue dress in two parts. It had the skirt which was rather short compared with long skirts that I normally wear and the top was separate. The top was a sleeveless blouse sort of thing with three buttons down the front. The material wasn’t really very thin in fact it was a little thicker than I would have chosen. The dress certainly looked really nice on me when I tried it on in the shop. The only reservation I had about it was that if I lifted my arms up above my head I showed about 5″ of my bare belly. I didn’t usually wore dresses which expose my belly button in those days! I am not in the least ashamed with my body, particular at that stage of my life I was even slimmer and had a waist of 19” compared to my 23” now, in fact I am very pleased with the way I looked then but I didn’t exactly like baring my skin to others. Anyway, this was the one Ahmed chose and this was the one we bought. He also insisted on buying me some new underwear. This finally consisted of a very tiny bra really only a quarter cup on which my breasts sat completely exposing the top half and my nipples. The other part was a very tiny thong which I was almost too ashamed to be seen in. It was a very thin belt of elastic around my middle with what appeared to be a piece of string which went between my bum cheeks and only about 1″ wide where it was supposed to cover my pussy. I have always waxed and removed my pubic hair so that it wasn’t and problem as it won’t show anything outside my bikini bottom but the small size was so ridiculous because even pulling the edges as far as they would go didn’t go anywhere near covering my pussy and certainly not my remaining genital area. Ahmed insisted on my complete outfit and so that was what we bought. When we reached home he asked me to model the outfit. I stripped completely naked and then strapped the bra around under my breasts and dropped my breasts onto the platform which was supposed to support them. The straps were very tiny and really went from under my arms in the front, over my shoulders, to back near my underarms at the back. There wasn’t much of this bra even though Ahmed had paid a lot of money for it. When I came to pull up my new panties I was in for a shock. It was the first time I had worn anything like this and with just the string between my cheeks it was uncomfortable and felt as if it was cutting me. Then with the front being so narrow I was amazed just how much of me it showed in the mirror. I told Ahmed I would have to go to the parlour for waxing my pubic hair again earlier then it was due, if he expected me to wear these panties. He told me not to worry as he would wax me on the day before we went to the dinner. Friday came around all too quickly and I was getting excited at the prospect of meeting his powerful boss. Ahmed took me into the bathroom, stripped me completely naked and then waxed by body and private parts also. I became very aroused when Ahmed was waxing me and I asked him to fuck me but he told me to wait as he was nervous about getting there for dinner on time and promised we would be able to celebrate later on this evening. I realized he would probably be told about his promotion at the dinner and would want to fuck me as soon as we arrived home. I curbed my excitement although I was rather wet. I had my shower and then began dressing. To my horror I found, when I pulled my thong up, that it had cut into my cunt lips and they were exposed outside the narrow band of material. Ahmed had waxed off the hair on my lips too but now the lips themselves were showing. Ahmed loved this and told me I looked very slutty - something I wasn’t impressed about. My bra was so small it was almost a juggling act to keep my breasts on the cup - it really wasn’t a cup but more like a ledge. My breasts are not very big but not too small either but they were firm otherwise I wouldn’t have been able to keep them in place at all. Fortunately my nipples are of moderate size but can become longer when I am really excited but most of the time they are rather flat. Next I donned my skirt and my top and was very relieved to see that nothing was visible through the material and nobody would know I was wearing this silly underwear. I realized I had to humor Ahmed because this was to be his big night. He dressed in a very casual but totally smart shirt and slacks and looked really good. I was looking forward to this night. About an hour before we were due to leave for the dinner the phone rang and I answered it. It was Sarah, the wife of one of the other department managers. I had got to know Sarah better than any of the other manager’s wives I had met and she was really nice. She wished me all the best for the dinner party and hoped everything would go well but added a very cautious “Take care!” before she hung up. This concerned me as to why she would suggest I had to take care. I asked Ahmed what she could have meant and he told me he didn’t know but he knew some of the other managers had said something about not knowing what would happen at these parties! I was a little perturbed but decided to dismiss any doubts and have a good time. We arrived at the boss’s home - a very spacious good looking home in the very best part of the city - and were surprised to see there were other guests there as well as us. When I met Ahmed’s boss I was very impressed. He was a tall handsome man, well built and he had gray hair (even though he was only 49 years old) and a short bristly moustache. His name was Parwaiz and he greeted us both very warmly. He shook my hand firmly and held on to it just a little bit longer than I would have expected. We were introduced to the rest of the guests - they were all businessmen from the industry - and everyone seemed to be very friendly. Parwaiz’s wife, Khalida, was a delightful person - very open and friendly - and she made us feel very welcome in their home. The dinner progressed very smoothly and we all had sumptuous food and plenty to drink although I kept my alcohol intake to a minimum. Parwaiz’s home was built for entertaining and at the other end of the huge dining room where we had eaten was a staircase leading to the upper floor. We moved away from the table after everyone was finished and we stood around talking amongst ourselves. Ahmed was moving from one group to another group and I could not keep pace with him, soon he had moved away from me to talk to some of Parwaiz’s other guests at the other end of the large entertainment area, and Khalida came over to keep me company. She asked me if I would like to look around their home and of course I jumped at the chance. We had only just reached the head of the stairs when Parwaiz came bounding up behind us and told Khalida she was needed in the kitchen. Khalida excused herself and swiftly went away to the kitchen, and left me behind to chat with Parwaiz. In my nervousness, I told Parwaiz they had a beautiful house and mentioned Khalida was going to show me around. Parwaiz then told me he would show me around the house instead. He took my arm near my elbow and tucked it under his arm and pulled me to him. We chatted as we looked at several of the rooms and then he took me into what was the den. This was set up as an office and had his personal papers everywhere. As soon as we were in the den, he closed the door behind us and turned to me and said, “Rabia, I know you and Ahmed are very anxious to learn if he is to get his promotion which he is looking forward to so eagerly. I can tell you, confidentially, that he is just about a certainty to get the promotion, but there is just one little item which has to be sorted out first. I always like my staff to do everything I want of them and that includes their wives. I wouldn’t want any man working for me if he didn’t have a wife behind him who would also do everything I wanted from her. You will understand that every manager working for me has a wife who will do anything for me as well as her husband. Do you understand what I am saying? Well, I like a woman who is totally loyal not only to her husband but to me and my company. If you don’t feel you would fit that requirement then you and Ahmed will be disappointed when he doesn’t get his promotion. Do I make myself clear, Rabia?” I was staggered by his speech - he was obviously wanting me to be at his beck and call as well as Ahmed - did he want me to do work for his company as well at Ahmed or was he meaning something more sinister? I could only assume Ahmed wouldn’t get his promotion if I didn’t agree with Parwaiz so I said I would do anything necessary for Ahmed to get his promotion! Parwaiz turned me to face him and then took both of my hands in his. He pulled me to him and told me he was glad I understood and he would love to announce Ahmed’s promotion this evening if I was prepared to do some things for him right now. I was beginning to get worried thinking back to what Sarah had said. But I knew Ahmed dearly wanted this promotion so I would have to do whatever Parwaiz wanted. He took me closely into his arms and began kissing me. He was an attractive man but I didn’t want him to kiss me but I simply put up with it for Ahmed’s sake. Next he held me at arms length and then released my hands and immediately began unbuttoning my dress top. I moved to stop him but he just took his hands away, held them up in front of me and said, “Well, Rabia, I respect your wishes - I guess Ahmed’s promotion isn’t all that important!” And with that he turned to leave the room. I was horrified that I had blown Ahmed’s one chance of his new job. I apologized to Parwaiz and said I had been a bit silly and didn’t mean to stop him! He then continued undoing the buttons and soon had the top down off my shoulders and off my body altogether. He began feeling my breasts which looked so silly sitting there on this stupid little bra! He spun me around and then undid the catch on the bra and pulled it off my body. Now I was standing naked to the waist in front of Ahmed’s handsome boss. He grinned at me and said, “Nice body” and began caressing my breasts and nipples making me feel very embarrassed. He then slipped his hands down to my waist and pulled me to him so that he could take my nipples in his mouth. He sucked on my nipples for several minutes and I could feel some stirring in between my legs - I was beginning to enjoy what he was doing to me. But this is all wrong! I kept telling myself I was only allowing this because of Ahmed’s promotion but I couldn’t help getting aroused! There had been a number of men before I met Ahmed who had bared my breasts and sucked my nipples and quite a few of them had gone further and taken my panties off and not only played with me but had fucked me as well. I had been fucked lots of times before I met Ahmed and when I had told him about some of my sexual experiences he just shrugged and said he thought I was making them up to make him jeolous and didn’t believe me and even if it was true, in this day and age he certainly didn’t expect me to be a virgin when he married me. It was probably because this man wasn’t my husband that I was getting so turned on and I kept remembering how I had felt when different men had played with me and sometimes fucked me. Parwaiz then undid my skirt and let it drop to the floor. Somewhat in a daze I stepped out of my skirt and stood there in front of him wearing just my shoes and my obscene thong. He squatted down in front of me and looked at what the thong didn’t hide. My lips were showing on either side of the thong and I suddenly felt very vulnerable. Parwaiz then slipped his fingers under the thong and touched my cunt lips. I stepped back, more from instinct than because I didn’t want him to do that, but he immediately stood up and walked towards the door. I called him back and explained and apologized, and so he then slipped his fingers in the band of my thong and pulled it down my legs. Now, apart from my shoes, I was totally naked in front of a man I had only met a couple of hours before. He pulled me to him, kissed me again but very deeply this time, and caressed my breast and nipple at the same time he moved his hand between my legs and inserted one finger inside my cunt! I was shocked but remembered what he had said before and didn’t move away. He played with my cunt inserting more fingers and then he began stroking my clitoris. This always turns me on totally and I knew I was starting to cum! Parwaiz then moved me back from him, unbuckled his belt and dropped his pants onto the floor. These were followed by his underpants leaving a long and hard cock jutting out in front of his body. He pressed my shoulders down and I knew instantly I had to suck his cock! Ahmed wasn’t very keen on having me suck his cock although I must admit I had sucked lots and lots of cocks before I met Ahmed. I licked his cock and then moving my tongue around the crown head of his cock I knew I was just wasting time so I slipped my mouth over his cock and took it into my mouth about 4 inches. I kept it there and sucked quite hard on it. His cock was probably about 8 inches long and he just continued pushing it into my mouth until I had it all and my nose was in his pubic hair. I was nearly gagging but somehow I managed to pass his cock down into my throat with some comfort provided I pulled it out every now and again to get my breath. At last I could feel his pumping in my mouth changing pace and he quickened the strokes as I knew he was about to cum in my mouth. I didn’t dislike the taste of cum in my mouth but I had never sucked a cock on a man of this age before. Anyway I managed to pull his cock out until there was only about 2 inches in my mouth as he came. He squirted a lot of cum into my mouth and as he was holding my head I just had to swallow the lot. He kept his cock in my mouth after he had finished shooting his cum and I continued to suck him knowing he wanted his cock hard again. He was hard as a rock a second time in no time at all. By now I realized what was going to happen next. He pushed me back onto the desk until I was lying on it; he then spread my legs wide apart and exposed my bare cunt to him. He then thrust his cock into me and continued to push it in firmly until he was totally inside me! Then he began fucking me in earnest! I kept telling myself I was only doing this for Ahmed but at the same time I knew I wanted this man to fuck me. It seemed ages since I had another man’s cock in me as in last three years or so, I had grown used to having Ahmed’s cock all the time. This felt so wonderful I really began to realize just how excited I was. Right now I could feel the strong waves of passion beginning somewhere in the pit of my stomach and extending down to my clitoris. I was having an unbelievable orgasm with this man who wasn’t my husband. I am committing adultery but just now I couldn’t care less - I just wanted to be fucked. I came with a tremendous, violent spasm and these spasms kept rolling through my body for several minutes as Parwaiz was shooting his cum deep into my cunt! I had just fucked another man and I did it so my husband would receive his promotion. Parwaiz pulled his somewhat limp cock out of my body but my spasms hadn’t yet ceased and I was in a state of breathless shock. Parwaiz leant over and kissed me deeply and told me Ahmed’s promotion was almost certain now but I still had one more thing to do for him. I was almost too wound up with my own orgasm to fully understand what Parwaiz was saying to me. Parwaiz stood up and pulled me up with him. He made me stand in front of him still naked but now with some of his cum running out of my cunt and down the inside of my legs. I felt a real slut but consoled myself, as I realized that despite the gravity of the situation, I had only done this terrible thing for Ahmed. Parwaiz kept me standing there watching the cum running down my legs and obviously he was very delighted at his conquest. He picked up my panties and my tiny bra and thrust them into a drawer in his desk. He told me he would keep them for a souvenir and they would remind him every time he saw them of the wonderful time we spent together this evening. Then he said, “I am sending Ahmed away on a business trip for a week in a few days time. He will be eagerly looking forward to this trip because it will be the first he will conduct as the new manager of his department. While he is away I will come and live with you for the week and we will spend the whole time together. I am arranging to take leave that week and you are to do the same. You will not tell your husband what you are doing for this week while he is away but you can tell him about tonight if you wish because he will know you are making sure of his promotion like all of the other managers have done before. I will leave that up to you but you must be ready for me when he goes away!” I was almost too shocked to comprehend his words. Now I understood what Sarah had been warning me about - obviously she had been fucked too to ensure her husband’s promotion. Fortunately there were no other managers at the dinner only Parwaiz’s business associates otherwise the manager’s wives would have known I had been fucked to get his promotion. Gathering up my short skirt and top I dressed quickly but now I was completely naked under my dress. I was conscious of the cum running down the insides of my legs and asked Parwaiz where I could go to clean up. He told me he didn’t want me to clean up but to just return to the party looking like I am. I told him his guests would see the cum running down my legs and would know he had sex with me but he just grinned and said, “You do want Ahmed to get his promotion, don’t you?” I knew I was beaten and so I walked back into the main room with Parwaiz at my side. He must have shot a huge load of cum into me because the amount of cum running down my legs was now well past my knees and totally visible as my skirt was very short and at least 7″ above my knees. I felt everyone was watching me but, hopefully, perhaps some were not aware of my predicament. Walking over to Ahmed I stood nervously alongside him and wondered if he had looked at the cum on my legs. There were several other guests near us and I couldn’t talk privately to him. I really wanted to go to the toilet and clean up but I didn’t dare after Parwaiz had made it so clear I shouldn’t do that. At last Ahmed and I were alone. Ahmed leaned over to me and whispered in my ear, “Well Darling, do I get my promotion?” I looked at him stunned realizing he knew I had been fucking Parwaiz to make sure of his promotion! I didn’t know what to say or do. I began by whispering back, “Do you know what that bastard has made me do to make sure of your promotion?” and he just grinned and said, “Well it was worth it, wasn’t it?” Now I felt terrible. My loving husband had knowingly allowed me to be fucked by his boss and he didn’t seem to care how I felt. Ahmed then said, “You are advertising to everyone here that you have just been fucked with all that cum running down your legs and because you and Parwaiz were the only people absent from the room during the time they know it was him who fucked you! Thank you for making sure of my promotion Darling, I will try to make it up to you somehow.” Because there was so much cum leaking out of me before we left that party the cum had reached my ankles and was slowly leaking into my shoes. I was long past caring about what I looked like - it was obvious I was a used slut and I am sure everyone knew that. By now my hatred of Ahmed had grown to a position where I just didn’t care what that bastard wanted I would make him wait a long time before I would willingly have sex with him again. Ahmed was soon aware of my hatred for him. He went very quiet and was particularly silent on the way home. I had some tissues in the car but decided against wiping up the cum preferring to leave it on my legs so that Ahmed would have a reminder of what he had made me do with Parwaiz! By the time we reached our home most of the cum had dried on my legs but my cunt was still very sloppy wet as that part wasn’t drying like the rest. When we moved indoors after parking the car in the garage, Ahmed suggested I have a shower and clean up before bed. I visited the bathroom but only to pee. I refused his suggestion to shower preferring to just strip off my short skirt and top and then my shoes and lie naked on our bed. I positioned myself so that I was lying on my back, my legs spread widely on the bed where Ahmed could see my cum stained legs and thighs and most of all my cum soaked cleanly waxed cunt. Parwaiz’s cum was caked on my pubic area and also on my belly just near my navel where he had wiped his cock after pulling it out of me. I knew I looked a complete slut lying there without any covering over me. Ahmed certainly didn’t like the cum stained look about me and again asked me to shower before he fucked me. He tried his best to get me into the shower but I refused and to aggravate him further I spread my legs wider and squeezed my cunt muscles as hard as I could in the hope I may be able to force more of Parwaiz’s cum out of my cunt. I think I succeeded judging by the disgusted look on Ahmed’s face. I told him, in no uncertain terms, that there was no way he was going to fuck me again for some time! If he wanted his promotion so badly he had knowingly allowed Parwaiz to fuck me then I had no respect for him at all! Ahmed knew exactly what I was getting at and rolled over on the bed and faced the other way from me. I hoped he couldn’t sleep but I kept thinking about Parwaiz before I dropped off to sleep myself. When I woke in the morning I looked first at myself and couldn’t believe how much of a slut I looked. There was still a lot of moisture on my cunt lips and the dried cum had a rather white look about it and was completely visible still. Ahmed woke soon after and reached over to caress me but I leapt out of bed and walked slowly to the bathroom where I peed but didn’t wash anything except my face and hands. I walked naked into the kitchen where I prepared our breakfast. Ahmed came into the kitchen in his dressing gown and just stared at my naked body as I moved around getting the breakfast ready. He could easily see my cum stained body which was a constant reminder to him of what he was being punished for. The entire Saturday & Sunday I avoided cleaning the dried cum on my body. When I was preparing to dress for my work on Monday, I told Ahmed I thought I wouldn’t have a shower this morning and also I wouldn’t wear any underwear at all to work. If this aroused some of the men by the smell of all the sex on my body then that was too bad for him but good for me. If he wanted me to be a slut then I would be happy to oblige. Ahmed begged me to dress properly and to shower first but I refused just donning my short work skirt and shirt and I still had my cum stained legs showing under my skirt. Of course I wasn’t wearing any panties or bra and this was a worry to him. He didn’t know I had a box of wet wipes and fresh underwear in my bag so I could clean up before I reached work but he could worry as much as he liked - I would get even with him. It was easy to clean up my cum stained legs with the wet wipes and, also a great relief when I could wipe my cunt clean too. Once I was satisfied I was completely clean I carefully slipped my fresh panties on but decided to leave off the bra as it was a bit too hard to put on in the car even though I was quite sheltered from view. I worked all day feeling excited about Parwaiz and what was likely to happen next week but at the same time I had a loathing towards Ahmed . I had also packed my vibrator in my bag when I left this morning and felt I could make Ahmed very unhappy he had allowed me to get fucked by Parwaiz. Once I had finished work I went to my car where I removed my panties and placed them in my work bag. I then took out the vibrator and gently pushed it deeply into my cunt. I switched it on and immediately I felt stimulated and very excited. With one hand on the steering wheel I drove home slowly using my other hand to play with my clitoris until I had an enormous orgasm right there in the car. As soon as I had cum I knew my cunt was as wet as could be but left the vibrator in me but switched off. After a short time I turned on the vibrator again and began playing with my clitoris. Soon after I exploded into another orgasm this time bigger and better than before. Now my cunt was soaking wet and I was a very sloppy mess. I kept the vibrator in my body running now at a very slow speed and this kept me totally stimulated for the rest of the journey home. Pulling into my parking space I carefully pulled the vibrator out of me and wiped it dry with some tissues before returning it to the bag. I touched my cunt and couldn’t believe just how wet and sloppy it felt. I walked inside to where Ahmed was waiting. I almost ignored him and walked into our bedroom. I was walking with some difficulty due to the huge orgasms I had just had but didn’t let him know I was so excited. Once I reached the bedroom Ahmed walked in and looked at me. I quickly removed my skirt and stood naked from the waist down in front of him. My cunt and thighs were extremely wet and glistened in the light. Robert was aghast! He immediately thought I had been fucked by someone and his rage made him shake. He demanded to know who had fucked me but I just continued to ignore him and took off my shirt. I had also been playing with my breasts and nipples on the way home and they were red and aroused and he obviously thought I had just had sex with someone. He was furious! I walked slowly to the shower and leisurely washed myself making sure Ahmed could see how I was carefully washing my cunt making out it was very sore! For the next few days I totally ignored him sexually and although he begged me to let him fuck me I just refused! When he came home that night he told me he had to travel away on his first assignment as manager and asked if I would like to come with him on the trip but I just laughed and told him it would be a waste of time! Ahmed knew he had hurt me badly and decided the only way to get back with me would be to wait until I was ready to forgive him! At last he left on his business trip. He implored me to forgive him before he left but I just ignored his requests. As he was leaving he told me he would ring me each night about 7.30 to see that I was alright and then he left. Once he was gone on his early morning flight I almost decided to return to bed but made up my mind to have a shower first and then could go back and have a sleep. I had just stepped out of the shower and dried myself when the doorbell rang. I slipped a dressing gown over my naked body and crept to the front door. I could look out of the glass near the door and was amazed to see Parwaiz standing there! I opened the door and he stepped inside bringing with him a small suitcase. He moved over to me, hugged and kissed me and told me he would make me the happiest woman in the world over the next few days! I wouldn’t be exaggerating to say he was fucking me within 5 minutes of the doorbell ringing! He had pulled my dressing gown off, kissed and caressed me and carried me into the bedroom. He pushed me down on the bed, spread my legs and without any foreplay had just thrust his very hard cock deep into my cunt! He fucked me and I had to admit I had never been so excited as at that moment. I responded to his fucking and we came together. We simply rolled apart and stayed on the bed until his cock began to harden again. For the second time within a half hour, I was fucked again! I was beginning to like the way he was fucking me and I had absolutely no conscience about fucking another man! Parwaiz was almost a fucking machine! He fucked me 6 times before our evening meal! Although I felt exhausted I couldn’t believe how exhilarated I felt! I told him Ahmed would be ringing me at 7.30pm and he smiled at me and told me he had a wonderful plan for that time! We ate our meal enjoying each other’s company. We had been naked all day and he hardly ever stopped playing with some part of my body! When the time got near 7.30, Parwaiz told me he wanted me to answer the telephone at 7.30 and to talk naturally to Ahmed not letting him know Parwaiz was there. I was still naked when the telephone rang at precisely at 7.30pm! When I walked over to answer it Parwaiz was just behind me. While I was talking to Ahmed, Parwaiz bent me over the telephone table and quickly pushed his very hard cock straight into my cunt! I was actually being fucked by another man while I talked to my husband! Parwaiz fucked me hard and I had a great deal of difficulty trying to talk naturally to Ahmed. Fortunately just as Parwaiz shot his load deep into my cunt and I came at the same time, Ahmed was telling me about his work and I didn’t have to speak for several minutes! In this time I was able to recover myself and then talk more naturally as I calmed down! Ahmed didn’t even ask what was going on although I am sure he must have wondered as there was some noise as Parwaiz was shoving his cock into me so violently that it rattled the table! Ahmed told me he loved me and I just grunted and then hung up! I turned around to face Parwaiz and told him he was a proper bastard to do that to me while I was talking to Ahmed but he just grinned and said we would do that again every night when Ahmed rang me! Over the next few days until Ahmed returned, Parwaiz and I fucked like a pair of rabbits. The only reason we weren’t fucking all the time was that Parwaiz needed some time to get his cock hard again. We were fucking like a newly married couple on their honeymoon. Certainly Parwaiz and I had fucked much more often in that week than Ahmed and I had done in the first month of our marriage! Strangely I didn’t have any conscience about what we were doing. I now hated Ahmed for what he had made me do but deep down I knew I loved him and would take him back when he returned. Every evening when Ahmed rang, Parwaiz would be fucking me while I talked to him. A couple of times I thought we had been found out but Ahmed just thought it was a bad connection and carried on talking. When Parwaiz made me cum I had to place my hand over the phone to stop Ahmed hearing me moan, groan and scream! Because Patrick was living at my home we were fucking at night too. Neither of us had to go to work and I had plenty of provisions so we didn’t need to leave the house. We remained naked the whole week and fucked as often as we possibly could. I had become a real cum slut and delighted in showing Parwaiz how I had looked when I had returned home from my first fucking with all the cum running down my legs. Parwaiz had an enormous capacity to pour heaps of cum into me when we fucked. He never seemed to diminish his supply of cum even when we fucked several times without waiting for him to recover his supply. Of course I sucked him quite a number of times and enjoyed swallowing his cum too. We played games, sex games, which I had never played before not with anyone. Parwaiz really expanded my knowledge of sex in a short time. He asked me if anyone had dropped cum into my mouth from a height? I didn’t know what that meant so he demonstrated. He laid me on my back and began fucking me. When he was nearly there he jumped up and stood above my head with a foot on either side. He then instructed me to open my mouth as wide as possible while he jerked his cock until he came. He held his cock, pointing down, slowly stroking it until his cum began to come out of the end. He then maneuvered himself until he was directly above my mouth and started to drip his cum straight into my open mouth. His aim was incredible and every drop landed in my mouth and again I have to say he cums heaps. It is an incredible sensation when the drops of cum hit the back of your mouth and throat and sort of bounce down your throat! Having just been fucked and terribly excited he made me cum just by dripping his cum into my mouth! I really loved this game. Parwaiz also asked me if I had been fucked in the asshole. I told him Ahmed hadn’t wanted to try that but several of my lovers before I was married had tried but just couldn’t get their cocks into my terribly tight hole. Parwaiz said we would soon fix that. He found a large tube of petroleum jelly in his case and came back to the bed. He told me to get 3 pillows and to place them under my hips and to lie on the bed with my behind elevated. Because of the regular fucking my cunt and asshole were quite wet and Parwaiz attempted to insert his finger in my asshole but it was close tight. He then suggested I evacuate my bowels and return to the bed and we would try again. When I returned I assumed the same position and again he played around with my asshole but it was still tight and he only managed a little bit of his finger inside me. He then lubricated his finger with a lot of petroleum jelly and tried again. This time he was successful and his whole finger entered my asshole. It felt strangely nice and I wanted him to continue. He then wriggled his finger around and told me to relax. Then he was able to insert a second finger and later a third without much difficulty. Next he removed his fingers and tipped some of the petroleum jelly into my hole. My hole remained open from his fingers and I could feel the cold jelly sliding down into my bowels. Next he gathered my vibrator from the table and handed it to me. He told me to use that in my cunt if I needed more sensations. Next he upended the petroleum jelly tube and squeezed it hard squirting most of the tube contents right into my asshole! I could feel it sliding down into my body and the sensation was wonderful. Then he poured some of what was left onto his very hard cock and placed it at my opening. He asked me to take deep breath and gently he eased his cock into my asshole! It slipped in so easily I hardly felt it at all but the sensations began to build up and I had an orgasm almost straight away. Parwaiz fucked my asshole for about 10 minutes - he probably could have held on longer - and then he came right into my bowels. The sensation of his hot sperm shooting in jets right into my body was wonderful. I had already cum, I think, 7 times while he was fucking my asshole but the last, when he shot his load, surpassed all others! I had now really been fucked in the arse and loved every minute of it. Parwaiz was very turned on watching his cum and the petroleum jelly dripping out of my asshole after he made me stand up. Fortunately he made me stand up in the bathroom and the rubbish dripped into the shower recess and was easily washed away. Arse fucking is really a great experience and we did that again several times before he left - each time with less petroleum jelly and more excitement. Eventually I learned to relax enough to allow his cock to enter my asshole without lubrication - only from previously being dipped into my very wet cunt - that was enough lubrication! Another of Parwaiz’s tricks was to have me lie on my back while he fucked me and then just before he came he pulled out and gently pumped his cum into my navel! I have a very deep navel and it has always fascinated anyone who has looked at it. I am not fat but I have this deep belly button. Amazingly his cum would fill my navel to the brim. He would then dip his finger in my belly button and scoop up a finger full of cum which he transferred to my waiting mouth. It took a long time before he emptied my navel and I had eaten all of his cum but we both enjoyed the whole sensation. My only comment is that cold cum doesn’t taste as nice as warm or hot cum! At last it was time for Ahmed to return home. I said goodbye to Parwaiz, somewhat reluctantly, because I had really loved all the attention he had showered on me. I also loved the constant fucking he was able to provide. Although I had been fucked so much, my cunt wasn’t really sore. He was rather a good lover and managed to fuck me with gentle strokes thereby saving me from much soreness which would have been likely with anyone else. Parwaiz told me he wouldn’t trouble me any further - I had been a wonderful manager’s wife and he respected me a great deal. He added, with a sly smile, he hoped Ahmed would seek more promotion in the future. I could see he would be wanting to fuck me more and more if that was the case. Ahmed returned home and I was freshly showered and had applied perfume to my body ready for him to fuck me! I was naked when he walked through the front door and I stood there with my arms outstretched waiting for him to take me in his arms. I was so used to being naked in my house over the last week it just felt natural to be naked in front of Ahmed. He quickly removed his clothes and carried me to our bed. He fucked me as hard and as long as he possibly could and kept telling me he loved me and was very sorry he had allowed Parwaiz to fuck me but felt it was necessary for his promotion. I told him I forgave him and he had better shut up and fuck me again or I would find someone else to do that! It really shook him up when I said that but I didn’t want to let him forget what he had done to me! Sex life with Ahmed has just about returned to normal now but I do wish he had a much longer cock like Parwaiz - it is amazing just how quickly one takes a liking to a longer cock. I guess I will have to settle for Ahmed and his smaller cock now! It sure was fun while it lasted! I wonder if Ahmed will apply for more promotion later on!
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