09-05-2019, 06:41 PM
Life is strange. So many things happen in our lives over which we have no control. Sometimes, these events are so unplanned, so unintentional, that they leave you baffled.
I went through some strange events that threw my life into an endless wave of lust and debauchery.
I had a nice loving husband who loved me a lot, and five beautiful kids whom I adored. I had everything that a woman needs to call herself happily married. Even in my wildest dreams, I couldn't have imagined having an affair with another man.
However, it happened and I couldn't stop it. My licentious affair began with my own father-in-law. Here, I would like to add that it was kind of forced onto me initially, but later, I must admit, I too began enjoying it.
My relationship with my father-in-law is continuing. Now my husband also knows about it. I have been regularly sleeping with two men in a single house: with my lawfully wedded husband, and when he's not home, with my horny father-in-law.
I was only seventeen when I got married. My husband Adeel, who is just one year older than me, was the only son of a wealthy sweets shop owner.
Adeel was not good in studies. He floundered repeatedly in his exams. When he failed thrice in his class, his father Rashid Khan, a shrewd businessman, withdrew him from school, and hired him in his own sweets shop.
Adeel liked working at the shop more than adding two plus two in school. He soon learned most of his father's successful business secrets.
However, he had a major weakness: he was extremely bad with numbers.
For some time, Rashid Khan entrusted him with all the responsibilities of running the shop, but soon realized his son's inability in handling finances. He went back to looking after the sales himself, and Adeel was assigned the task of supervising the production of sweets. Adeel, a meek and introvert youth, never expected more than that. He was content with what he got, and never complained about playing second fiddle to his father.
My father had a small grocery shop at the outskirts of the city selling daily goods and utility items. Earnings weren't very good to support a family of six, my parents, my three sisters, and myself, but we were managing somehow. Abbu (Father) knew Adeel's father, he was just an old acquaintance, nothing more than that.
One fine day, Adeel's father visited our house looking for abbu. They met and talked privately. After Adeel's father left, abbu came inside and happily announced that Rashid Khan was asking my hand for his son.
Everyone was surprised. Why would a wealthy person like Rashid Khan like to marry his only son to the daughter of a poor shop owner?
The news spread like a jungle fire in the small town. My neighbors and relatives received this news with contempt and disbelief. But, once they realized that it was true, there were mixed reactions. Some were genuinely happy, while some were very jealous. One of my relatives even suggested that there might be some problem with Adeel, and my father should not accept this marriage.
However, abbu had met with Adeel once at their shop, and he didn't find any abnormality in him. He considered it as a blessing from ,.'. He was very happy that at least his eldest daughter was getting married to a rich family where she would lead a comfortable life.
Nobody really knew why Rashid khan had chosen me for his son.
I was too young to understand the intricacies of marriage. Marriage was not a subject in which girls in an orthodox family like ours had any say. All I knew that one day abbu would arrange my marriage with some suitable boy, and I would spend my entire life with him; no questions asked. Therefore, when my mother gave me the news, I didn't respond very eagerly.
Two days later, my younger sister took me to a corner and handed me a photograph. It was taken in some marriage ceremony. It showed a group of teenage boys. She pointed to a frail but handsome looking boy standing in the center of the group.
I stared at the picture of my future husband, suddenly overwhelmed with a strange emotion. I had never felt like that before. I didn't realize then that I had fallen in love with the shy looking boy smiling in the photograph.
A month later, we got married in a lavish ceremony.
After the marriage, I got my first taste of sex. We couldn't meet on the first night as the ceremonies continued until dawn. When I was finally taken into our bedroom, my eyes were drooping with exhaustion. Adeel was no better than me. Both of us were dead tired. Adeel hugged me on the bed. He kissed me; we talked in slow whispers for some time until we fell asleep.
For the first time in my life, I slept on the side of a man whom, only a day ago, was a complete stranger to me.
It was the second night of our marriage, when Adeel made love to me for the first time. I still remember the feeling of utter shame when he began to strip me. I made him switch off all the lights before he proceeded to undo my clothes. After removing my clothes, he stripped hurriedly. In the complete darkness of our bedroom, I heard the rustling of his clothes and felt his presence only when he got between my legs.
Then his cock poked at my virgin pussy.
I went through some strange events that threw my life into an endless wave of lust and debauchery.
I had a nice loving husband who loved me a lot, and five beautiful kids whom I adored. I had everything that a woman needs to call herself happily married. Even in my wildest dreams, I couldn't have imagined having an affair with another man.
However, it happened and I couldn't stop it. My licentious affair began with my own father-in-law. Here, I would like to add that it was kind of forced onto me initially, but later, I must admit, I too began enjoying it.
My relationship with my father-in-law is continuing. Now my husband also knows about it. I have been regularly sleeping with two men in a single house: with my lawfully wedded husband, and when he's not home, with my horny father-in-law.
I was only seventeen when I got married. My husband Adeel, who is just one year older than me, was the only son of a wealthy sweets shop owner.
Adeel was not good in studies. He floundered repeatedly in his exams. When he failed thrice in his class, his father Rashid Khan, a shrewd businessman, withdrew him from school, and hired him in his own sweets shop.
Adeel liked working at the shop more than adding two plus two in school. He soon learned most of his father's successful business secrets.
However, he had a major weakness: he was extremely bad with numbers.
For some time, Rashid Khan entrusted him with all the responsibilities of running the shop, but soon realized his son's inability in handling finances. He went back to looking after the sales himself, and Adeel was assigned the task of supervising the production of sweets. Adeel, a meek and introvert youth, never expected more than that. He was content with what he got, and never complained about playing second fiddle to his father.
My father had a small grocery shop at the outskirts of the city selling daily goods and utility items. Earnings weren't very good to support a family of six, my parents, my three sisters, and myself, but we were managing somehow. Abbu (Father) knew Adeel's father, he was just an old acquaintance, nothing more than that.
One fine day, Adeel's father visited our house looking for abbu. They met and talked privately. After Adeel's father left, abbu came inside and happily announced that Rashid Khan was asking my hand for his son.
Everyone was surprised. Why would a wealthy person like Rashid Khan like to marry his only son to the daughter of a poor shop owner?
The news spread like a jungle fire in the small town. My neighbors and relatives received this news with contempt and disbelief. But, once they realized that it was true, there were mixed reactions. Some were genuinely happy, while some were very jealous. One of my relatives even suggested that there might be some problem with Adeel, and my father should not accept this marriage.
However, abbu had met with Adeel once at their shop, and he didn't find any abnormality in him. He considered it as a blessing from ,.'. He was very happy that at least his eldest daughter was getting married to a rich family where she would lead a comfortable life.
Nobody really knew why Rashid khan had chosen me for his son.
I was too young to understand the intricacies of marriage. Marriage was not a subject in which girls in an orthodox family like ours had any say. All I knew that one day abbu would arrange my marriage with some suitable boy, and I would spend my entire life with him; no questions asked. Therefore, when my mother gave me the news, I didn't respond very eagerly.
Two days later, my younger sister took me to a corner and handed me a photograph. It was taken in some marriage ceremony. It showed a group of teenage boys. She pointed to a frail but handsome looking boy standing in the center of the group.
I stared at the picture of my future husband, suddenly overwhelmed with a strange emotion. I had never felt like that before. I didn't realize then that I had fallen in love with the shy looking boy smiling in the photograph.
A month later, we got married in a lavish ceremony.
After the marriage, I got my first taste of sex. We couldn't meet on the first night as the ceremonies continued until dawn. When I was finally taken into our bedroom, my eyes were drooping with exhaustion. Adeel was no better than me. Both of us were dead tired. Adeel hugged me on the bed. He kissed me; we talked in slow whispers for some time until we fell asleep.
For the first time in my life, I slept on the side of a man whom, only a day ago, was a complete stranger to me.
It was the second night of our marriage, when Adeel made love to me for the first time. I still remember the feeling of utter shame when he began to strip me. I made him switch off all the lights before he proceeded to undo my clothes. After removing my clothes, he stripped hurriedly. In the complete darkness of our bedroom, I heard the rustling of his clothes and felt his presence only when he got between my legs.
Then his cock poked at my virgin pussy.
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