2 comments/ 160262 views/ 14 favorites Adventures of a Pakistani Wife By: Jogi Bahadur Kulsoom wanted to strike a full blow at the chubby face of her husband who reached climax on barely his 12th stroke. He was panting hard as he had climbed a mountain. “Was it good?” Nawaz had the balls to ask his wife. “Yes! Very exciting,” she said pushing away his plum body, whose weight now made breathing difficult for her. Nawaz fell on the other side of the bed – panting hard. In less than five minutes he was snoring. But Kulsoom was wide-awake. A fire raged in her body. She was horny as hell. She wanted to kick the ass of her stupid husband who did not know how to fuck. She lay motionless in an attempt to calm her body. Time passed. She curled and turned on the bed – angry and frustrated. The clock struck twice. She wanted a glass of cold water. She was thirsty. She got up, wore her clothes and tiptoed out of the bedroom. The entire house seemed asleep. It was a usual hot, oppressive summer night of Lahore. She realized this as she stepped out of her air-conditioned bedroom. The kitchen was on the ground floor – close to the bedroom of Nawaz’s parents. Kulsoom ran down the stairs. Lights of the ground-floor lounge were still on. “Who could be there? Is uncle still reading?” Yes – uncle Zareef was lost in a book. “You still awake dear,” Zareef asked his daughter as she glided into the lounge on her way to the kitchen. “Just feeling a little thirsty,” she said while opening the fridge in the kitchen. “Is Nawaz awake too?” “No he had been sleep for more than three-hours,” said Kulsoom as she walked out of the kitchen with a bottle of water and a glass. “I see,” said Zareef gazing at her firm, lanky figure, which exposed all the right curves and mounts even under her white crumpled baggy shirt and shalwar – the traditional baggy trousers. “What a fool that he is asleep,” Zareef thought eyeing his daughter’s elegant figure as she gulped water. Kulsoom’s almond-shaped face seemed to glow amidst the long, thick black hair, scattered over her shoulders. The 23-year-old girl looked stunning. Unaware of the close scrutiny of her body by Zareef’s piercing eyes, Kulsoom poured more water in the glass. This time she drank it a little slowly. “You seem really thirsty,” said Zareef. “Is every thing ok?” “Yeh,” said Kulsoom thinking how she can tell this man that his son does not know how to use his seven-inch long tool. He had failed to give her a single organism during two months of their married life. “It’s really hot,” she said trying to divert her mind from spasms of heat moving between her thighs. “It’s burning,” the experienced 55-year-old man replied. He knew something was wrong. He could read it on her face. But what it was he could not tell. “Take care of yourself child. You are my best friend’s daughter. If you have any problem, never hesitate to come to me. I am your best friend.” Kulsoom was touched by these words. She bent and gave a tender hug to her father. He stroked her hair with one hand and petted the back with the other. She gave a small kiss on his bearded face. “Thank you uncle,” she said. “I really love you!” “No worries my child,” he said. “Now go and sleep” Kulsoom ran toward the stairs and Zareef shut his book with a bang. “What a lovely girl?” he thought. “How tender are her lips?” He could still feel the nice smell of her hair and imagine the silky smoothness of her skin. “But she does not seem happy. What’s wrong?” In her room, Kulsoom was still wide-awake. She was grateful for the kind words of her father. She liked him very much. She thought him as a man of good character and good appearance. Zareef had a handsome face. Thanks to the regular walks and careful diet, he has managed to keep his waistline in control – unlike his son Nawaz -- and appeared much younger than his age. His had a trimmed grayish beard, which added to his personality. The next morning, Kulsoom woke up with the shrill bell of the telephone, which kept on ringing. She knew Nawaz had already left for work. So is her mother. But uncle must be in the house. He now mostly operates his business from the house, giving most responsibilities to his two sons -- Nawaz and Shabeer. “Why is he not picking up the phone extension?” she thought. “Hello,” she shouted over the phone. “Hi! It’s me.” “Hi! When did you return from honeymoon? How was it?” Kusloom said recognizing the voice of her best friend Neelum. “Oh Great,” Neelum said in an excited tone. “We remained locked in the bedroom most of the time.” “And you call it great?” “Of course. He has made me a real woman. Never missed an opportunity to take a ride on me – and that too a long one,” Neelum said. “Give me all the details. Quick,” Kulsoom said giggling. “Wait for the uncensored details until we meet. You tell me. How is your stallion? Is he fucking you well or you need some help from outside?” “What do you mean?” Kulsoom said getting tense. “Listen. I have big secrete to share,” Neelum said. “What?” “I have not one but two good riders. You can share them with me.” Kulsoom was shocked. She knew Neelum was dangerously bold, straightforward and addicted to flirtations. But returning from honeymoon with news that she has two men to fuck her was perhaps too much to expect from a newly wed girl. “You are joking,” Kulsoom said. “No! Not at all, I am a liberated woman now. And I would not have asked you to join us in such a straightforward manner, had I not been told that Nawaz is a pathetic fucker.” “Who told you this?” Kulsoom said in a small voice. “Nasir – my husband’s friend and our partner. He knows Nawaz well. They are college friends and fucked a couple of girls together. Nasir calls Nawaz a man of just a dozen strokes.” “Bullshit,” Kulsoom shouted back feeling a bit humiliated, though she knew that Neelum was telling the truth. “Listen, Nasir saw you at my wedding and is dying to suck your tits, lick your cunt and fuck both your holes.” “Shut-up,” Kulsoom said. “Oh yes I am shutting up because Nasir has already attacked my pussy. Ahhh He is such a good licker. Give yourself time to think. Talk to you later Ahha bye,” said Neelum. Kulsoom stood speechless as she hung up the phone. “Is Neelum gone nuts? Is she joking? Is she really fucking her husband’s friend?” She was pondering on these questions when she heard a soft knock at her bedroom door. “Come in.” Her father walked in slowly. “Subah bakheir (Good morning) Uncle,” Kusloom said straightening her dress. “I have something important to discuss,” Zareef said in a grave tone. “What is it? What’s the matter?” Kulsoom said observing his stern face. “I accidentally heard your telephone conversation. It was shocking.” “Uncle please” “Is it true Nawaz fails to satisfy you?” Kulsoom was thunder-struck. “No need to feel ashamed, or get afraid. Answer my question in yes or no.?” There was a pause as they both looked at each other. “Is Nawaz doing justice to your pussy?” Zareef said looking into his daughter’s eyes. Kulsoom was shocked the way uncle used the word pussy. It appeared too coarse the way he said it. She was speechless. “Give me an answer. In yes or no.” “No!” she said and hung her face down blushing with shame. Kulsoom was a virgin when she got married. She and Neelum were both die-hard liberals and bold in their ideas, but barring some innocent flirts they stayed away of practical sex until they got married. But marriage changed Neelum’s life – erasing the gulf in her dreams and reality. For Kulsoom, a good fuck was still a dream. “Tell me, is your pussy hungry for a strong dick? Do you desire a lengthy session of fucking which takes all your heat, all your passion out,” uncle said in a strong whisper. Kulsoom with her dropped head stayed quite. “Tell me. Yes or No?” said Zareef in a menacing tone. “Yes,” slipped out of Kulsoom’s lips, but she did not dare to lift her head. “Listen I am not angry at you. I am your friend. You have a legitimate need,” Zareef said ogling the shape of his daughter’s round, firm breasts hidden under her white shirt. “Elders are there to help the young ones. I am here to help you. I will make sure that Nawaz gets a proper treatment the soonest, the better. But until he gets ready to satisfy you, some one else should take care of your pussy and lovely body. Not many fathers will have such care for their daughter-in-laws.” “Yes,” Kulsoom hissed sensing what he wanted, but was not mentally ready to accept it. “Your caring friend has given you a proposal. She wants you to fuck her husband and their partner. But it will dishonor the family,” Sharif said. “Others will come to know that my daughter is being fucked outside because there is no man in this house to satisfy her.” “I can never dream doing such a thing,” Kulsoom protested. Zareef smiled. “My child in life often the pussy, not morality leads the way.” “I have an alternative proposal,” he said after a pause. Kulsoom, who was starved for sex, could guess her uncle’s proposal. “I think I can protect the family honor until Nawaz learns to fuck you well.” “What do you mean?” Kulsoom said though she clearly understood the explicit message. Her nipples were already standing erect after so much of sex-talk. The possibility of the fuck has brought moisture in her unused cunt. “My old dick can satisfy you. If it fails, other options are open for you. I will then not stop you.” Kulsoom lifted her head and stood erect before her father – showing the full bulge of her breasts concealed under her kamiz. “What kind of a man are you? What kind of a father are you? You want to fuck your own daughter. It’s insane. It’s incest,” she said trying to control her conflicting emotions. “You need it,” the old man said. “You are mad. You are dirty pervert. How can you say such a thing to me? Have you no shame? Have you no honor?” Zareef was shaken by Kulsoom’s tirade. Has he committed a blunder? Has he moved too fast? “Get out of here at once. Nawaz will kill you if he came to know about his father’s proposal.” Zareef hurriedly went out of the room. A smile came on Kulsoom’s lips on seeing her father hurrying away. “Poor guy! Wanting to help a damsel in distress with his old dick.” After five minutes she dashed into the bathroom to take a bath. Zareef was worried. He made a move, which had misfired. How is he going to face her? She looked so sexy -- he wanted to rip apart her clothes and devour her. But he could never force a woman in to submission. It was not his style. He was pacing up and down in his room when there was a soft knock on the door. The proud figure of Kulsoom walked in – clad in red-color full sleeves kamiz and shalwar and a black dupata (big scarf) rapped around her. After the bath she was looking fresher than ever. Her hair was still wet, giving her a sexier look. “Uncle can we talk?” She asked. “Go ahead,” Zareef said in a shaken voice. “Uncle you know how I respected you. I thought you really care for me. But your proposal – it is so disgusting. Just think of its repercussions. How can you justify it on moral and religious grounds?” Oh she has taken a bath and changed her clothes. And now she is asking for a justification to get a fuck. Zareef saw a chance for himself – a chance to fuck this sexy young girl. His confidence rebounded. “What other justification you want when you have a hungry pussy and there is some one who promises to take good care for it,” he said in an earnest voice. “And in matters of heart, physical needs – there is no, morality, no religion. It’s your body, if you are not hurting any one else – you can do what you like with it.” “Is this enough?” she said looking straight into his eyes. “You are young and you deserve a good fuck,” Zareef said. And what about the repercussions? “Don’t worry about repercussions. Trust me I will handle it all for you. It will be our secret -- our family secret,” he said in a voice now shaking with desire. “You really desire your daughter so desperately?” she said slowly removing her duppata and throwing it on the floor. “More than anything in world.” She stood erect ready to offer herself to the old man. Zareef slowly moved toward Kulsoom and encircled her narrow waist in his strong arms. They looked into each other’s eyes and then were locked in a deep kiss. Their tongues rolled and explored each other. Like two lovebirds they stayed in this position for minutes. Zareef’s hands were wondering over hips and breasts of his daughter who felt as her body was on fire. “Nawaz had never kissed me like that. He never touched me like that as you are doing uncle,” Kulsoom said in a husky voice. “You are so much in control. So smooth and professional, while he so tactless.” She was now kissing the neck of her father, eating his earlobes, driving the man mad with lust. Zareef with one mighty stroke tore open the front buttons of Kulsoom’s kamiz exposing her white milky breast covered in a flimsy black bra. “Suck it jani (dear) suck my nipples,” Kulsoom implored her father. Zareef’s stuffed a nipple and large portion of breast in his mouth and rubbed the second wildly with his hand, driving Kulsoom crazy. In minutes they were tearing away each other’s clothes. “I love your touch. I love the way you suck. Please don’t stop,” Kusloom shouted as she fell on the double bed. Zareef had now buried his fingers deep inside the pussy of his daughter and was sucking, biting her nipples. Kulsoom’s shrieks were becoming louder with every new bite, every stroke of fingers. Uncle was an expert. She grabbed his eight-inch steel hard cock. It is bigger than Nawaz -- and Kusloom thanked her stars. She started pumping it and playing with the big balls of her husband’s father. “I hope it won’t leak with the touch of my hand?” she said as she rubbed the cock. “It won’t before it bursts you open,” Zareef said now licking her shaven armpits. “Oh How I want your dick. Please insert it inside my hungry cunt. Show me how a man fucks a woman. Let’s not waste time. The maid will be here shortly. Fuck me now. Fuck your daughter. Violate the honor of your son’s wife. Please do it,” she said. Kusloom’s dirty talk was making Zareef mad. Zareef shoved his organ inside the dripping pussy of Kulsoom. With one stroke he was deep inside her. A loud aah came out of Kulsoom’s mouth. Sharif lay still for awhile on top of his daughter with dick buried inside her. Kulsoom felt the throbbing of the organ. She was in bliss. Then slowly, Zareef started to move – masking long slow strokes. Kulsoom counted one, two …. Twelve. Zareef continued the movement. Her legs rose higher, pointing toward the sky and she started matching Zareef’s strokes with the movement of her hips. They both were in heaven, breathing heavily but maintaining their rhythm. “I love it jaan (my life). Go on. Please don’t stop,” Kulsoom shouted. “Daughter I love you,” that’s all Zareef could say. Kulsoom was at the verge of her first organism of her life during a fuck. Ah Ahhh. She released her juices. One wave after another as Zareef pounded her pussy mercilessly. Ah … oh my God. …I am through” Kulsoom screamed clutching to Zareef’s body with full might. It was then Zareef sprayed his seed deep inside his daughter’s cunt – one burst after another. After the thunderous organisms, the old man and the young woman lay motionless for minutes. “I can never forget this,” Kulsoom whispered. “Thank you.” Zareef smiled. “It is just the beginning. You deserve more and you will have more,” he said planting a kiss on her cheek. ENDS Adventures of a Pakistani Wife Ch. 02 Many thanks for the encouraging words on the earlier story. Looking forward for a feedback on this one too. Kulsoom was surprised how easily his father managed to convince his wife Durdana Begum and son Nawaz to fly to Bangkok for a “business trip” where he was supposed to go. But that is perhaps the beauty of the family business. One can effortlessly juggle the ball from one hand to another. Within two days her mother-in-law and husband had packed their bags and were off to Thailand via a Thai Air flight. The cook had been sent on leave and so was the maid. The driver and security guard had no business inside the house. She had her father-in-law all for herself. The young damsel and the old horse were making the best use of their time by fucking each other – whenever they wanted, wherever they wanted. “I hope your hubby will be ok when he returns,” said Zareef as he lay glued to the naked body of his daughter in her bedroom. His one hand was under the pillow and with other he was lazily messaging the firm milky breasts of Kulsoom who was moaning slowly. It was a hot afternoon of Lahore. But the two were feeling a bit nippy in the air-conditioned room and were enjoying the warmth of each other’s body. “Is some miracle going to happen in Thailand?” Kulsoom said. “Yes,” came the replay as Zareef pressed his semi-hard dick with her hips. “What?” “Your aunty will try to cure your husband.” Kusloom was taken aback. “How can aunty help him?” “That’s what I also want to know,” said Zareef whose hand was traveling on Kulsoom’s pussy now. “What did you tell her?” “Stop worrying about those two. You open your legs -- yes like that. Good,” he said as he rolled himself over Kulsoom, inserting his dick in her wet pussy. The two were back into action. XXXXX Durdana Begum was engrossed in a deep thought in a palatial room of a Bangkok hotel. How she is going to handle it? She repeatedly asked herself this question. Her husband -- with whom she enjoyed a very unconventional relationship which 99 percent of Pakistani couples could not dream of having -- broke the news about Nawaz’s pathetic sex life. She could not believe it first. But Zareef explained her everything. She knew her assignment was tougher then Zareef’s. During the flight, she spent most of the time thinking about it. And now she was pondering how to open the subject with her son as she sat on a sofa of a five-star hotel, where the two were sharing a two-room suite. Nawaz had gone out for what he called sightseeing – but Durdana knew that he was out to hunt girls. He had no concern about his tangled married life. Durdana Begum, who was in her mid-40s, had a real juicy body according to her husband, and even now possessed a youthful look. She managed to keep herself trim – thanks to daily gym workouts and careful diet. Her breasts were heavy which looked really sexy on her narrow waist. When she walked, the sway of her hips turned many heads. She knew her strengths, but the question was how she can help her son? An hour later, Nawaz sneaked into the room. By that time, she had decided to take the bull by its horns. She already had made necessary calls and arranged, which she thought was necessary to put the sex-life of her son back on the track. “Come here I have something serious to discuss with you,” she told her son who walked into the room looking exhausted. “What’s it mum?” “It’s about you and Kulsoom.” He sat on a sofa opposite to his mother’s without uttering a word. “It is a difficult subject. But we have to discuss it, there is no other option,” she said in a composed voice. “I don’t get you.” “Be a little patience child. Even for me it is not easy to discuss all this.” “Come to the point mum,” said Nawaz who was getting a little tense.“ “I know that you and Kulsoom are not getting on well together. You seem unable to satisfy her,” she said feeling the impact of her words on Nawaz. “Who told you this?” “This is not relevant. The point is that you should address this problem, or your wife will be going elsewhere to get laid.” “I will kill her,” Nawaz said in a loud voice. “Foolish reply! You need to control your emotions and educate your mind. I wonder how can our son be like that. We must have not given you enough time that you behave like this. But we will compensate. I’ll help you.” Nawaz was boiling with rage. He thought his mother was getting too personal. “There is nothing wrong with me. And how can you help me?” “I am not saying there is anything wrong with you. You have just to discipline yourself, your mind and learn a few things about women and her body. That’s why I have brought you here.” Nawaz was furious, but he remained silent. “You shoot your load too quickly. You should learn to prevent an early ejaculation.” Nawaz was taken aback by the straightforwardness of his mother, who appeared so calm – so relaxed. “And who is going to teach me?” “I have made some arrangements,” Durdana said looking into his eyes. “Is mother gone insane?” Nawaz thought getting more and more uneasy. Durdana noticed the disturbed looked on his face. Her heart missed a beat. It’s turning out to be a real challenge. He is so dumb, so unlike his parents. “Where you had gone?” she said changing the topic to win time and end the uneasy silence. “To screw a prostitute if you are so interested in knowing,” Nawaz snapped. “And did you go beyond your famous 12th stroke?” “No,” said Nawaz – now his face reddening with shame. “Oh my child – no need to look so depressed. Come to your mum. I can’t bear this expression of agony on your face.” She stood up and gently clasped the head of her son in her hands, burying it in her bosom. Nawaz, who was sitting on the sofa, clung like a child to her body. Durdana petted his shoulders. “Nothing is lost my child. All will be ok?” “How?” “Sexual power at your age is all a game of mental strength. If you are having a hard-on, you are shooting cum – then it means nothing is wrong with you. You have to learn to control yourself and your partner.” Durdana disengaged herself from Nawaz and moved back to her sofa. The two eyed each other. Nawaz for the first time looked at his mother as a woman. She was beautiful, simply gorgeous. And she was taking all the pains to discuss such a difficult subject with him. No other mother would do it. “Mum you are so nice,” he said. “I feel so ashamed when I cum so quickly. Please help me. Advise me what to do?” “I have asked for an expert’s help. She will teach you everything.” “What do you mean?” “Just go to your room, relax and wait.” XXXX About an hour later, Durdana entered his room along with a local Thai girl. “This is Lisa -- she will be your partner,” the mother introduced her. The girl smiled seductively and without uttering a single word, removed her blouse. “Mister you also take off your trousers,” the mother said in a business-like fashion. “The initial lesson will be conducted in front of me – and then I will leave you two alone.” Nawaz was dumbfounded. But he obeyed, exposing his semi-hard prick that went inside a Thai pussy – though for only 15 seconds – a couple of hours ago. “Please sir relax and leave the rest on me,” Lisa moved toward him taking the charge now. She grabbed his dick and chuckled that it was of good size. “I don’t think there will be any problem with it,” she said giving it a light massage with her palm. Durdana pulled a chair for herself a few feet away. Lisa had slowly absorbed Nawaz’s now erect shaft into her mouth. Nawaz felt a spasm building in his organ as she sucked it hard. “Kid don’t think of the sensation. Think about those stocks which you have to offload to cut your losses,” Durdana said in an icy voice. Nawaz seemed to be at the brink when Lisa suddenly pulled her moth away from his cock. Nawaz tried to insert it in her mouth again, but she pushed him away. “Don’t force me to do anything. Otherwise I will have to tie your hands,” Lisa said rudely. He saw his mother eyeing him closely. He knew even a slightest touch would make him cum. He just wanted to shoot his load. But the piercing eyes of his mother forced him to control himself. A few minutes later Lisa started the process again, but left him hard and dry within seconds as soon as he was about to reach his climax. “Bitch -- suck me,” he screamed. But the bitch pushed him away. Her timing was so perfect on both occasions that she moved her mouth away right before he could shot his cum into her. “Not a bad beginning,” her mother said. “Now suck him dry.” Lisa feverishly attacked his throbbing cock, rolling her tongue rapidly around it. One – two – three – he counted and then he started to cum – in Lisa’s mouth right in front of mother. Aah Aah – his organism, he thought was the longest he ever had. He was offered a glass of orange juice, which he gulped thankfully. His dick had shrunk, his mind was confused – the pressure was on him. “Don’t let him rest. I want you to make his dick hard as fast as possible,” Durdana ordered Lisa, who had by now removed her bra exposing her medium sized round creamy breasts. Nawaz thought getting an erection for the third time in two hours was too much to ask for. But the way Lisa licked and sucked her balls and dick – and the fact that his lovely mother stood in front of him – he got an erect penis in minutes. He tried to grab Lisa breasts but she did not allow him to touch them. “No that is for later. You do nothing now,” she said. “Now lie straight on the bed,” Lisa said removing her skirt and underwear now. The slim girl with long legs slowly lowered her cunt on his dick and sat motionless on it for a while. Nawaz found Lisa’s pussy tight and wet. But she was not letting him move, nor she was moving herself. Those motionless seconds seemed an eternity. Then she started to move her hips gently. “Darling you don’t have to cum --- don’t enjoy it – divert your mind somewhere else,” he heard his mother’s voice. Nawaz was determined not to cum on 12th stroke. He started thinking about all worrisome things. His thoughts were divided between business worries and the beautiful body on top of him – the tight cunt. But surprisingly, the ride continued for more than a minute. He could here little moans from Lisa’s throat. Her head was thrown backward, her eyes were shut she seemed to be enjoying the ride. He was glad – he started matching her thrusts. This time no one stopped him. His organism was so near –but he controlled himself. The motion went on. Lisa was shrieking now. She was close to an organism and so was he. Their rhythm matched. They both exploded. “Good job,” he heard his mother saying. “I knew there was no problem. The boy is just overheated. He need to discharge himself more frequently and his timing will automatically expand,” a delighted Durdana said. “He needs more lessons to be a perfect lover,” Lisa said. “He is all yours,” the mother said as she walked out of the room closing the door behind her. For the whole one-week, Lisa – often joined by some other girl – taught her how to please women, how to kiss them, suck their breasts, eat their pussy and the most important to stay in control and on the driving seat. He hardly saw his mother. He was taught what food increased sex-drive, importance of a nap before going into action and above all the right postures of fucking. There were also sessions of how to flirt, and drink and enjoy the anticipation of sex. On the 10th day, Lisa told Nawaz after a lengthy fucking session that he has proved himself a worthy student. “You can go to conquer the world now. Your wife will feel herself really lucky,” she said. “Come on don’t make fun of me,” Nawaz said. “But you have to thank your mother first.” “Surely that I will do.” “How?” “By saying thank you to her,” he said. “You fool! Go and show her your skills. The poor woman had been listening to our moans and groans for the last 10 days. Show her what you have learnt. Let her enjoy your new found skills.” Nawaz was silent. “What are you thinking? Don’t you find her attractive?” “Oh she is a beauty. But what you are suggesting is terribly wrong – a sin. She will slap me if I approach her.” “Foolish man. Go and kiss her feet. Thank her for her kindness, love, devotion and then let the nature take it course.” Nawaz tried to get up from the bed. But was held back by Lisa. “Not now. Take some rest first. Go in the morning. I will also join you two in the afternoon. I will bring a surprise for your lovely mother too,” Lisa said. Nawaz shook his head and said, “What you want me to do is impossible.” We will see,” Lisa said shutting the lamp. XXXX Nawaz entered the room of Durdana at around 9.a.m. The two had hardly met during the last 10 days. “So the training is finally over,” said Durdana with a broad smile on her face. She had come out of the bath and was looking remarkably fresh. “Yeh,” said Nawaz staring at his mother’s well-shaped body, divine-looking face. He had never gazed his mother as he was gazing her now. Not even on that day when they arrived Bangkok and Lisa sucked her dry and rode on him in front of Durdana. She is a perfect woman. How he could not see this before. He never realized that his mother was among the sexiest women he had seen. What a fool he was? He thanked Lisa in his heart for drawing his attention to those beautiful dark eyes, full-lips and her smooth silky skin. “I hope your wife won’t have any complaint when you return to her,” said Durdana who was wearing a white cotton kurta (long shirt) and shalwar (traditional trousers). “Mother you are an angle,” Nawaz said bowing to her feet. “Don’t do this. Stand up please. It was a small problem, which now has been sorted out,” said Durdana as Nawaz kissed her feet. “Mum I am no longer a lousy fucker,” Nawaz said as he stood in front of her. Her lovely face was barely 10 inches away. “I am proud of you. Lisa told me how fast you learnt. I am glad, very glad.” “I want to show you what I have learnt,” he said in a whisper. “Hai I am your mother. Show it to your wife or girl friends,” she said pushing him away gently. “No I want to show it to you, as a mark of my love, deep gratitude, affection and passion for you -- just for you,” he said staring at her as he was in a trans. “Oh My! You have improved. But don’t waste sweets words on an old woman. And it is not right. It is wrong – extremely wrong.” “Wrong for fools. You are some one special. You deserve special things,” he said holding the narrow waist of his mother in his strong arms. “Easy tiger, easy. You really want your mother that badly?” “I am ready to barter my life just to make love to you once – just once.” “Hey don’t say such a thing,” she said after a pause. Now her stomach could feel the bulge of her son’s dick. Those were the tough moments for her. It was now or never. She had been hearing the love-making noises for 10 days – without indulging herself in any sexual act once. Now she thought her time had come to reap the fruits for which she had been waiting all these days. “If it is a sin, I will commit it for you my love,” Durdana said boldly looking into Nawaz’s eyes. “I am ready to burn in hell, but can never refuse my son a thing he wants so badly. You are my own flash and body -- my soul,” she said and locked her lips with her son’s in a most passionate manner. Their mouths remained locked. Their tongues played with each other, exchanging saliva. Nawaz slowly disengaged himself from his mother’s arms. “I love you,” he said and opened the top front button of her kurta and planted a small kiss at her smooth skin. It took three more gentle kisses to open all the four buttons. He could see the massive cleavage of her mother’s breast. His mother stood motionless – observing the controlled movements of her son. After all her money does not seem to had gone waste. He had learned his ropes fast. Nawaz slowly lifted her kurta exposing her torso, which appeared to him like a marble statue. He loved the way Durdana stood in her baggy white shalwar (trousers) and white bra – so inviting, so magnificence, so majestic. “You are a goddess, my goddess. I will make love to you. I will worship each and every part of your body,” Nawaz said. Her mother unhooked the bra and threw it on the floor. Nawaz gently cupped one of her breasts, and gave a tiny kiss on the erect dark brown nipple of the other, which he then tenderly started to nibble. His whole concentration was just on that nipple, but his other hand expertly massaged the other breast. He wished he had many more hands, more mouths. He wanted to touch her neck, play with her pussy and shake the round firm buttocks at the same time while he sucked her nipple and massaged the breast. Durdana was moaning loudly. The voice seems to coming deep out of her chest, her nasals. Her body was shaking in an uncontrollable manner with every nibble, bite and touch of her son, who was now moving his tongue from her nipples toward her stomach. She knew where it was heading. She quickly removed her shalwar. Nawaz was massaging her pussy hair now and at the same time inserted his one finger inside the cunt. He was rotating it – round and round. The pleasure was getting unbearable. Nawaz had now stuck his tongue inside the pussy and licking it like a dog. He enjoyed the strong smell of her juices and the way she was pressing his head between her thighs. The cries of his mother made him lick harder … He struggled to get his head free and forced Durdana to present her beautiful hips at his disposal and reveal her second hole, which he craved to kiss. By now both of them were lying stark naked. Durdana was holding the steel-hard cock of her child, which she saw all these days used by others. Both mother and son were touching, kissing and licking one another as there was no tomorrow. Durdana wanted Nawaz to bury his tool inside her. Her passion was mounting, but Nawaz was playing it cool. Finally he rolled over her. “Mother are you ready?” “YES! OH YES,” Durdana cried. Nawaz slowly inserted the tip of his thick seven-inch dick at the lips of her cunt and then slowly, very slowly started to push it inside. Durdana’s body was shaking with lust and desire. The mere fact that it was his son’s cock was adding fuel to the fire. “What a sin? What a beautiful, beautiful sin,” she thought as she sucked the neck of her son wildly. Nawaz started making stokes – deep, long ones. She counted a dozen, a hundred and then she lost count. Her son was now moving like a pumping machine, banging his dick over and over at the same place – hitting her pleasure spot and making her shriek and dig nails deep into his hips. “Yeh son, yeh. Bang me, bang me hard. I am exploding ah. Ah ah. I am exploding,” she cried as her juices spurted out of her love hole. But Nawaz was still going, but he knew he was at the verge of it and with a loud yell he unloaded his seeds into her mother -- jet after jet. They both clung with each other – laying motionless for minutes. “We have crossed the Rubicon mother. There is now no turning back now. We have sealed our love,” Nawaz said kissing her lovely face. “Yes darling we have to keep moving ahead and cross new frontiers,” Durdana said with a wink. “We have done it.” TO BE CONTINUED Adventures of a Pakistani Wife Ch. 03 Nawaz sat sated and contented on a sofa eyeing his dear, beautiful mother, who had now draped herself in a dark blue sari. She appeared so splendid, so beautiful as she lay on the grand double bed – relaxed and looking at her son with half-shut eyes. "Mother you' re wonderful," Nawaz said. Her mother smiled. "It was a great experience," Durdana told her son. "Soon we will be flying back. And you will learn more – a lot more about life." "No mother will do what you have done for me," Nawaz said. "Don't even mention. Thank your father who arranged all this," Durdana said. "You mean the money." Durdana looked at her naïve son, but did not reply. They both were engrossed in their thoughts. Nawaz thinking that how an impossible thing became possible – so easily? And Durdana thinking how matters will shape up for the family back home with her husband Zareef and daughter Kulsoom around. Several minutes passed in silence. Then there was a tap on the door. "It must be Lisa – she promised to come in the afternoon," Nawaz said going toward the door. Yes it was Lisa. But she was not alone. A tall, broad and a very dark Negro was with her. "Meet Tom," Lisa said introducing the mother and the son to her companion. "Hello," said Nawaz. He shook hands with his guest, but looked at him suspiciously. He felt the strong, powerful grip of Tom's hand crushing his palm. "Hello Mister," Tom said smiling broadly. "Lisa had been telling me all about your training sessions and adventures. You were her good pupil," he said in a typical American accent. "Tom is my colleague. He knows everything," Lisa said as she saw a cloud on Nawaz's face. "And this is Durdana – a lovely woman and a caring mother." "How do you do Tom," Durdana said giving the black man her small white hand, which was accepted gently. "I must say I have been knocked out by your smile," Tom said bending forward and stealing a quick kiss on one of Durdana's cheek. She was not prepared for that and was shocked. Nawaz was taken aback by Tom's boldness. But little did he know what else was in store for him. Lisa took Nawaz's hand and led him to the sofa and sat besides him. "You have taken a lot of pussies during the last few days and I believe today it included your mama's as well," she said in a business-like fashion. Nawaz shook his head uneasily as he saw Tom looking at him closely. "Today your mama will have some fun in front of your eyes and you will just watch without saying, doing a thing," she said in a stern manner. "Tom is the best man for any woman. I can guarantee that." "No way," Nawaz said standing up. "Sit down," Lisa pulled him back grabbing his belt. "This is the most important lesson as part of your psychological training. And how can you be so selfish to deny a good cock to your mother, who has done so much for you. It is better than yours – and you know that. You have to learn patience, shun the stupid emotions of jealousy and possessiveness and get used to of enjoying sex for the sake of sex alone." Durdana was flabbergasted and confused. "Stop joking," that's all she could say. But Tom was quick to clutch and encircle her narrow waist in his strong arms. "No need to act as a virtuous, good mama ma'am," he said. "Show me the devil inside you," he said giving a broad lick on one of her cheeks and covering it with spit. Nawaz was confused too. He did not know what to say and do. His mother was in the arms of a black stranger in front of his eyes. It was a strange sight. Had it happened a few weeks ago – he would have killed that man. But now there was only confusion. Lisa held him firmly on the sofa and whispered in his ear – "You just watch – you will love it. Just watch your mother under a stranger. It is a unique experience." Meanwhile, Durdana was waging a losing battle in trying to get herself free from Tom's arms. "Nawaz I don't want this. Lisa I don't want this. Stop this now. Tom, please leave me alone!" But Nawaz sat silent. Lisa only smiled. And Tom held her more firmly. "Hey sexy bitch – stop making this fuss," Tom said madly licking and biting her neck without Durdana's consent. "Mother, give your son a good sex show. Show him what does a good fuck mean for a woman," he said and spitted straight at her face. "I promise, you will LOVE it." Durdana felt helpless, humiliated and over-powered. No doubt she loved sex. But she was not prepared for this. She never thought in her whole life that one day she would land in the arms of a mighty black man and that too in front of her son. She could sense the writing on the wall. In this sex capital of the world –- Bangkok – she appeared to had run out of options. but only one. She looked at Tom full in his eyes. Tom realized the sexy-looking woman had become still and no longer trying to free herself. He relaxed his grip. "Change of mind," he said. He spitted again on Durdana's face and then licked the saliva splaterred over her face. She stood silent just staring at him. "I have had all types of cunts – from Anglo Saxon to Indian, Arab, Chinese ... Today for the first time ever I am getting a Pakistani one," Tom said and spitted again on her face and then licked it. There was a pause as they both looked at each other. Then Durdana slowly raised her face, gathering a good load of her own slavia in her mouth and shot it out with full force on Tom's lips and nose. A little surprised by the intensity and quantity of Durdana's mouth juices, it was now Tom's turn to stand motionless. Durdana darted out her tongue and rolled it over Tom's lips, nose and cheeks. "Hurrah! The Pakistani lady is willing and ready," Tom said. "Yes," Durdana said in a vice shaking with desire. "Take me. Fuck me. Fuck me as no one fucked me before." Nawaz's dick was hard under his pants. Lisa was watching the developments with a smug smile on her face. By now Tom had removed Durdana's sari. She was standing in front of him in her blouse and long petticoat. "You remove your shirt now," Durdana asked Tom who did it in a jiffy revealing his muscular pumped up body. "My God, You are a black Hercules," that's all Durdana could say. "Now you reveal your jugs my Pakistani goddess" Tom demanded. Durdana obliged, unhooking her blouse and brazier as quickly as possible and throwing them on the floor. Her firm, white milky breasts and erect brown nipples exposed themselves in all their glory. "Ah what a divine sight," Tom gasped and swooped on them clutching one with his hand and sticking the other in his mouth. He sucked one hard as a thirsty man drinking from the pond of life. He crushed and massaged the other with full might. Durdana was groaning with pleasure. They both had fallen on the bed where only a few hours earlier Durdana made love to her son. Now her son watched mama wriggling with pleasure under a black man. Nawaz was breathing heavily. He wanted to throw away Tom, crush his skull and get between the legs of his mother. He wanted Tom to fuck his mother right in front of him. He was watching all this with mixed emotions and an erect cock. Minutes passed. Tom was still sucking her breasts' as there was no tomorrow. He had removed Durdana's petticoat and stuck his two fingers deep inside her cunt. Her moans were even louder now. Durdana's breasts, neck and arms were covered with love bites – so deep and dark, as she had never had before. Her fingers were dug deep on Tom's back. "Fuck me PLEASE fuck me now," she said panting hard. "Oh yes baby I'll tear your lovely cunt now. I'll fill it with my meat," Tom said as he removed his pants and underwear. Both mother and son were shocked to see the size of Tom's tool. It was at least 12 inch long and the fattest cock Durdana had seen or imagined in life. It was steel hard and stood tall and proud. "Magnificent," Durdana said stroking it gently. "I can't take it inside me. It is so big. I love to take it inside me," she said giving the one-eyed monster a small kiss on the tip. "Listen babe, I have been paid to shoot my load on you or inside you only one time. Make the best use of it, but I promise you will not be disappointed," Tom said. Durdana opened her legs as wide as possible as Tom started pushing his dick inside her. Her cunt muscles had never been stretched that much. She felt it was the first time a dick was de-flowering her cunt. "Oh my. It is so big. It is so huge. It is hurting me. Ahhh," she said grinding her teeth. With one mighty blow Tom had pushed his dick fully inside her. Durdana was shaking amid low moans, while Tom lay still with his organ fully buried inside the love-hole. Then he started to move – pulling and pushing his organ slowly. Waves of pleasure engulfed Durdana's body. Her cunt was dripping. The movement got pace. Durdana was matching every blow with the equally powerful push of her hips. Tom was enjoying the vigor of this Pakistani woman. Her cunt was tight, skin was smooth and she knew how to please a man. The fact that her own son was watching sexual depravity and lust of his mother – heightened his pleasure. Tom moved his dick in and out with a more brute force – like an iron piston. Durdana was shrieking now. He was driving her mad. Her organism was building. "Ah my God yes, yes" that all she could say as she hit the climax. The black dick went on and on. Durdana peaked again and then again. They both were covered in sweat. She had no realization for how long she got screwed. Her legs were aching. Her cunt was swollen. She knew she can't take it any longer. "Stop it please now stop it," she begged. "But I am not yet over darling." "Oh fuck my breasts now. I will suck you dry. But take this monster out," she cried shedding tears of pain and pleasure. Tom knew he had won again. He pulled his cock out of the well-used cunt and thirst his organ into the mouth of the tired, exhausted woman. "Now suck. Show me your talents," he said. Durdana gathered her energies and took the giant cock, which was coated with her juices, inside the mouth. With the corner of her eyes, she saw her son watching them as he was in a trance. She loved the sight. It injected a new wave of lust and energy in her. She started sucking, licking the cock and the two giant black balls with a renewed passion and without any inhibition. Tom loved the every moment of it. Durdana was amazing. He let lose his guards and allowed his climax to peak as he rubbed her breasts. He wanted to cum – cum with full might on the face and in the mouth of the black-eyed woman. Yes he was about to ejaculate. "AHHH ... ahh," he screamed. His dick shot one wave of sperm after another -- some going straight inside Durdana's hungry mouth, the others landing on her face, hair and on the milky breasts. It was his longest organism. A worn-out and exhausted Durdana fell on the bed. It was the fuck of her life. She smeared the strong smelly sperm on her face and breasts. She knew it was the first and the last time she had that kind of a fuck. She lay on the bed dazed with her eyes shut. Tom spitted on Durdana's lovely pussy – the last time and licked it. Durdana lay still. In moments Tom and Lisa were out of the room without uttering a single word either to the mother or the son. Their job was done. Nawaz carefully locked the door and freed his hard cock from the pants and stood beside the bed. Durdana opened her eyes and smiled at her son. "You must be tired mum," Nawaz said in an affectionate manner gently stroking her hair and watching the dried cum-smeared face and breasts of her mother. "Yes dear – but I think your mother can still take care of your hard-on," she said pulling him on the bed. They both were locked in a passionate kiss. TO BE CONTINUED... AND NEED YOUR FEEDBACK FOLKS Adventures of a Pakistani Wife Ch. 04 After a long gap, I am picking up the thread of Pakistani wife's story from where it finished in part 3. But the story is yet far from over. * Kulsoom did know why suddenly her father changed his decision. Only a few days ago he did not want Kulsoom to visit her best friend Neelum, fearing that it risked the family honour. And now he himself had literally pushed her to go there. So that fine-morning Kulsoom was sitting in Neelum's bedroom and listening to her sexual adventures with hubby and his friend. "How did it start?" Kulsoom wanted to know. Neelum was willing to tell, hoping that the truth would also make Kulsoom free. In the adjacent room, Neelum's husband Rasheed and his friend Nasir were waiting. "You bitch – are you making stories or is it true?" Kulsoom asked looking at the pretty and innocent-looking face of her friend, who was exactly her age – Twenty-three. "Of course, you know I don't lie," said Neelum laughing showing her pearl-like white teeth and tossing her raven colour shoulder-long hair toward the back. Neelum was slightly heavier than her friend, but looked perfect with her five feet seven inch height. "It's true. On our wedding night, Rasheed did not come alone into the room, but was accompanied by his best friend Nasir. I thought Nasir was there was just on a courtesy call and would go, but luckily I was wrong," Neelum said. "I can't believe this" Kulsoom said. "You have to. Rasheed explained me for an hour that ours will be a totally different marriage. He wanted me to be a bold woman, ready to experience anything. He wanted his friend in our marriage, telling me Nasir too had allowed him to share the women of his house." "I was in tears – cursing my luck, but by that time Nasir had slowly started stroking my shoulders to calm my nerves." "You will be having two men to love you, take care of you rather than one. You don't realize how lucky you are," Nasir told me. "And you will be free... free. Hardly any husband here gives this kind of freedom to his wife," Rasheed said. Neelum, who by that time had spread herself out on the bed with a big pillow under her head, was carefully eyeing the reaction of her best friend as she told her that how the two men took pains to relax her, calm her nerves. How they both took turns to tell that each of them will love her, care for her and support her through thick and thin without even an iota of jealousy between them. "Honestly I was lost... I didn't know what was happening to me, but it seemed my body was melting under the hands of their loving strokes. I knew what was coming. There was a tussle in my mind and my body. But the sensations running in my body seemed to overcome me," said Neelum whose voice was becoming softer and softer as she was speaking in a dream. Kulsoom listened in a mesmerized manner. "I myself opened the buttons of my bridal shirt, asked Rasheed to remove my gharrara (loose bridal lower) and then Nasir my shirt. They both took turns to suck my nipples, kiss my tummy, my virgin cunt as I lay stark naked in front of them with full lights on." "Who got your cherry?" asked Kulsoom. "The privilege and honour went to the friend – Nasir... Kulsoom you have not met my men. They are so handsome, so cultivated, so descent. They know how to please a woman. Yes Nasir took my virginity as my husband watched. Nasir, whose body is so firm – who can pound you on and on so that you hit one climax after another." Kulsoom was beginning to feel horny – and remembering and cursing her first wedding nigh when Nawaz fumbled with her clothes, knocking her down in a rough manner, and then spitting her load within seconds. "Then Rasheed made love to me like a true lover – in such a gentle, calm manner that I was in 7th heaven," Neelum said. "That's how it all started. And believe me it is great fun. Nasir's sister and sister along with one of his uncles also joined in our fun several times. But we three are permanent partners." "And now you want me to join your gang?" Kulsoom asked biting her lips. "Our growing family or club you can say," Neelum said stroking the cheek of her friend lovingly. "My both studs are dying to fuck you." "If I oblige your studs ... will you return the favour?" "You too have stallions?" Neelum asked. Kulsoom just smiled. "Your house your story. My story at my place." "You whore. I don't believe you," Neelum said laughing as she jumped out of the bed. "Come let's not waste time. I think you will be tasting two dicks together for the first time in your life." "If you insist my dear!" "The pleasure is mine," replied Neelum. "Wait for a moment. Listen let me tackle these two strangers alone for a while. Your hungry cunt can join us a bit later," Kulsoom said brushing her lips to her friend's lips as she stroked her one breast. "Wow. I am impressed by your style and confidence. I was thinking we three had to really work hard to put some light in your thick brain and meat in your cunt." Kulsoom just laughed wickedly with a twinkle in eyes. "You just wait," she said straightening her long white cotton shirt and shalwar (baggy trousers) and draping the black duppata (big scarf) around her head and chest. "Are you going there to offer prayers?" Neelum said pushing her toward the door. "No – to get myself worshipped." Xxxxx The two men saw her floating in their room where they were trying to kill time watching old songs on the television. The air-conditioned room had a five-seat sofa set, along with a huge double bed. "Salam (Blessings on you) Rasheed bahai (brother). Salam Nasir saheb," Kulsoom said softly taking seat on the single seat sofa. She was tightly holding her duppata, which was concealing her treasurers, but at the same time enhancing her beauty. "Walaikum" they both replied in unison unsure where the matters stand. "Neelum was taking bath – so I thought let's chat with you." "Oh she always take long baths," said Rasheed thinking that his wife had provided them opportunity to seduce this lovely woman. Rasheed was around 30 year old – tall, fair and with an athletic physic. Nasir, who was also the same age, was slightly short, dark and broad-chest. Kulsoom observed the two men with interest – keen interest, weighing her options and thinking of her moves. The men were impressed by her charming looks. "You are much more beautiful than your pictures," said Rasheed looking straight into her eyes. Nasir shook his head in affirmation. "Yes – I can vouch for this statement. Nawaz is really a lucky man." Kulsoom laughed. "Don't make fun of me. I am just an ordinary woman." "I beg to disagree with you. I hope Nawaz is taking good care of you" Nasir said. "Oh he is a wonderful husband. Very caring," Kulsoom said with a straight face. "Is he? Strange. I thought otherwise," said Rasheed. What made you think he is not," Kulsoom said Nasir was really getting desperate with all this social talk. He wanted to get to the point – at once. "I think Neelum must have told you about us," he said cutting Rasheed who was about to respond to Kusloom's question. "About what," Kulsoom played innocent. Nasir just laughed. "About three of us. And that offer, which was made to you when I was licking Neelum's cunt. Don't say you don't know." "Oh that – I know. But I don't think it is a good idea. Rasheed bahai your friend really seems greedy. He should thank his stars for getting into Neelum's shalwar." Rasheed laughed. "Don't blame him. He is really hot for you." "That I know. But I don't want him – at least for now." Nasir's colour turned crimson. "Yes you want the 12 stroke Nawaz," he hissed. Kulsoom got up. "You should show some better manners Nasir saheb," she said politely. Nasir threw himself on the sofa. Rasheed just smiled at seeing his friend's frustration as Kulsoom moved toward him. "Oh you want this bahai first," Nasir said sarcastically. Kulsoom did not reply, as she removed her dupata. "Tell him just watch and not dare touch me," she said embracing Rasheed into a passionate bear hug. Neelum was watching all this from the crack of a curtain – assessing when to make her entry. By all means it appeared that her friend wanted to frustrate Nasir and leave him for her. She saw her husband moving her tongue over the neck and face of her friend, who was enjoying herself with eyes closed. Then she saw them collapsing on the bed. "First kiss every part of my body ... yes start from my feet," Kusloom said fondling with the hair of Rasheed. Kulsoom was breathing heavily. Her shirt had been removed. So was her shalwar. The mascular figure of Rasheed was nibbling her tits like a hungry man as Nasir watched with an erect cock from a distance of few feet. Kulsoom arched her back as Rasheed's fingers played with her pussy, which was dripping with her love juices. "Yes Rasheed bahai lick me, kiss me, fuck me," said Kulsoom holding his steel-like throbbing cock in her soft hand. Rasheed was enjoying every bite and kiss of her body. The girl was simply terrific. A sex bomb ready to explode. Her milky gleaming body was twitching in ecstasy. Her face was glowing with pleasure. Nasir was rubbing his balls and dick as he watched. Neelum, meanwhile, too had entered the room looking in daze at the man and woman in action. Kulsoom was matching Rasheed's every move with her own -- licking him, kissing him, biting him, and shoving her nails in his back, hips, her finger in his ass-hole. "It is time to fuck baby. Yes now put your lund (dick) inside me. FUCK ME. Fuck me hard, fast. Fuck me with all your might. Don't stop – just fuccck me," she hissed. Rasheed inserted his cock inside her wet cunt with one mighty jerk and started moving feverishly. He knew he can not hold – hold for long. The muscles of Kulsoom's cunt were gripping his dick – tight very tight. He was about to cum, he started shooting his load inside that lovely pussy in less than a minute – leaving Kulsoom – hungry – craving for more. As his dick limped. Nasir pushed Rasheed away trying to insert his cock inside the wet hole. But Kulsoom stopped him away. "First lick my cunt," she ordered him. And Nasir yielded, licking the wet, sperm filled cunt like a small puppy. The scene was getting too much for Neelum, who by now shed all her clothes and jumped on the bed. She thirst one of her boobs inside her friend's mouth and asked her husband to lick her dripping cunt. Kulsoom was now moaning hard. "Yes you deserve my cunt now – my puppy. Shove your dick inside me," She said pushing Neelum away. Kulsoom kissed Nasir and sucked his tongue. Nasir stuffed his organ into her hungry pussy and started pouncing her like a mad man. Neelum and Rasheed stopped their action and just watched the two moving bodies. "Yes my puppy, my doggy. Fuck me haard. I am your bitch now. Cum darling. I want you inside me. Conquer me forever. Fuck me as no one fucked me before." Kusloom's words were adding fuel to fire. Nasir was panting, but fucking. He fucked and panted as he came close to the climax. Kusloom was also moving toward it ... and then they both exploded together – plunging each other's body in pleasure. Then every one lay still in the room – panting – then caressing one another's body. Neelum French kissing her friend. Kulsoom sucking Nasir's cock -- Nasir licking one cunt after another -- Rasheed jumping on one woman after another. Kulsoom enjoying both cocks – Neelum sharing them with her...Those were happy moments. Those were joyous moments. Until it was time to go for Kulsoom – to return to the waiting arms of her old father after this enriching experience with the young-studs. She wished her intimate friends goodbye -- asking Neelum to someday join for fun at her house. TO BE CONTINUED... Adventures of a Pakistani Wife Ch. 05 Hi guys -- Kulsoom's story finally concludes, but every ending leads to a new beginning. Your comments will be more than welcome. * It was a cloudy Lahore morning. Kulsoom's beautiful, sexy body was spread on the double bed. She was half asleep, half awake thinking how her life changed during the last few weeks -- from an innocent, frustrated housewife to the woman of such varied, vast sexual experience. A woman, who managed to shed all her inhibitions, unleashed her darkest sexual desires and breaks some major taboos. And all this happened within such a short time. The pace of events was so fast. Her father had opened the doors of a new bold world for her where yielding to temptations was the strength. She thought of the old man – her lover – who never felt jealous, but encouraged her to make love with younger men. The only thing he wanted in return was his share of cunts. He loved to see Kulsoom being shared and taken by young men – who in this case were her best friend Neelum's husband and his colleague. In return, Neelum was happy to give some quality time to Uncle Zareef – the father-in-law of Kulsoom. Kulsoom stretched her body – thinking of all the cocks she tasted. How she wished one pop up from somewhere then and there so that she could start her day on a sated note. Her thoughts then drifted toward her hubby, Nawaz – the 12-stroke man. What will happen when he returns along with his mother from Thailand? Will it be the end of her freedom? She simply hated the thought. She closed her eyes and tried to go to sleep again. Her room was still semi-dark with thick curtains covering the windows. The low humming noise of the air conditioner, the singing of birds, the loneliness, – all were making her sleepy. Minutes past, when she heard her door opening. Some body stepped in the room quietly. "Oh uncle is here for the morning brunch," Kulsoom thought keeping her eyes closed as she pretended to be in deep sleep. She could sense a pair of eyes glued to her body as she lay straight with wide-open legs and displaying mounts of her firm boobs under the white cotton dress. Seconds passed, no one stirred in the room. Kusloom was finding it difficult to hold back her smile and keep her eyes shut. "Why doesn't he pounce on me? What on the earth he is waiting for. In an hour, the maid will be here. Why is he wasting time?" as Kulsoom thought this she felt a tender kiss on her toe -- then another one. "Oh my darling is playing it slow and gentle today," Kulsoom thought deciding not to open her eyes. She could now feel a moist tongue licking her small, white feet – one by one, slowly, gently. She controlled her moans, giggles. Then she felt wet kisses slowly moving over her shapely, hairless, white legs. A pair of warm, moist hands had already folded her shalwar (baggy pants) up to the knee. Her lover was now showering her legs with kisses as he kept moving up ... now she felt his hot passionate kisses through the cotton fiber over her love box – kisses and warm breath. "Oh Baba... my darling," she moaned with pleasure. "You are wonderful," saying this she opened her eyes, gently dragging the face of her lover to steal a kiss. But she almost froze when she saw the face. What a shock? "Hi love," whispered her chubby husband Nawaz. "When did you arrive," she managed to say. "Just now. And don't tell me you did not know all the time when I was kissing you," Nawaz said smiling. "I thought it was a dream ... yes a dream, but you are really here," that was all Kulsoom could say. "Tell me you are dying to be loved, fucked," Nawaz said fondling her breasts. "Yes darling. I want your dick inside me. I am dying for it," Kusloom said, cursing herself in the heart for the big lie. She wanted to push him away – the 12-stroke man, who has returned to end her freedom her long party. But she knew it would be a blunder. She wanted to get over with his 12 strokes as quickly as possible and wait for a chance to get some real fucking from Uncle Zareef later in the day – if possible. Nawaz had by now removed her shalwar. She tried to get up to remove her shirt, but Nawaz pushed her back on the bed. You just stay there, he said as he tore off her cotton shirt from the middle with one mighty jolt, and removed her bra, exposing her white, milky breasts in their full glory. She was spread on the bed naked --- her smooth creamy body glittering like gold. Nawaz gazed at her as a dazed man. As some one who was looking at these shapely pair of legs, narrow waist and juicy breasts for the first time in his life. "I will make for the lost time," Nawaz said as he got rid of his clothes and lowered himself and took one of her tits in his mouth. He started sucking them like a child – a hungry child. His both hands were massaging her body, playing with her boobs, cunt, hips, neck – all the right spots, putting her body on fire. Within minutes, Kulsoom felt she was dealing with a different Nawaz this time. He was taking his time – moving his hands – tongue all over her body. Now he had buried his face between her legs and started licking her cunt in such a passionate way which she never experienced in the past. Her love juices were flowing as Nawaz sucked and licked her slit. Her moans for growing louder and louder, she was clutching, and pulling Nawaz's hair, scratching his back with her finger. Nawaz had managed to insert one of his fingers in her tight asshole and was pushing it in and out of it as he licked the cunt. "Oh my lover yes....yes. Oh Baba – oh Jani yes ... yesss," Kulsoom wriggled with pleasure as her moans turned into muffled screams of sexual ecstasy. "Fuck your wife now. Fuck me. Fuck me hard," she demanded. But Nawaz was in no hurry to take the game to the next level. He was applying all the lessons he learnt from Bangkok and in the soft arms of her mother to his wife who always complained that he never satisfies her. "This is the day to put all her complaints to an end," Nawaz said to himself as he licked, kissed her even harder. He was now biting and nibbling her soft boobs – pressing them together to take both her nipples in his mouth -- at the same time. "Jani please fuck me now," Kulsoom begged. "I am dying for your cock." Nawaz, whose dick was now hard as a rock, decided that the iron was hot for him to show his complaining wife his newly found expertise of fucking. He slammed his cock in the wet cunt with one might thrust. "Aah—lovely," Kulsoom hissed. Nawaz lay motionless for a minute with his dick buried deep inside the wet pussy of his wife, who kept moving her hips urging him to move. But he wanted Kulsoom to feel his dick inside her cunt and crave for more. "Pleassse fuck me dear," Kulsoom pleaded, fearing that Nawaz would spill his seed anytime now leaving her horny as hell. Nawaz slowly started to pump his tool in and out of his wife's pussy, which in his absence tasted three or four other dicks. Kulsoom started counting – one, two, three... 12th stroke. She feared all was over. But her husband not just kept the momentum going, he gradually picked up the pace. She realized that he was now fucking her like a real man. Her tensions eased, fears gone and she started to melt – enjoy the fuck, which went on and on -- from missionary position to doggie style and back to the conventional one. Both the man and the woman were sweating hard despite the air-conditioner. They were hitting the climax together. "OH yes – yes. Fuck, yes I am cumming," Kulsoom shouted as she showered her love juices. Nawaz grunted his teeth and ejaculated his seed –wave after wave. They both remained clung to each other as they were one body. "How come this miracle? How you have transformed into such an excellent lover," Kulsoom asked gently kissing her husband. Nawaz had decided much earlier that he would speak nothing but truth. "I learned it in Bangkok from some lovely experts, professionals," he said. "Did you fuck other women?" "Yes – for our better married life. Are you angry?" Nawaz said. Kulsoom did not respond – she just looked at the face of her husband. "Tell me are you angry that I fucked others?" he asked again. "No. Not at all! The result is really great,' Kulsoom said beaming. "How you dodged aunty when you were out for your training sessions?" "You should thank her for all she did for me," Nawaz said deciding to tell his wife the big truth. "She personally supervised my lessons... she even let me make love to her. Few mothers will do this for their sons," he said. "What? You are telling me that you fucked aunty as well," she asked in astonishment. "Yes. I will not hide any thing from you." There was a brief pause as Kulsoom quickly considered the new development and make the best use of it. She smiled. Kissed her husband. "Congratulations for becoming a mother fucker. I will not mind if you continue to raise her legs even here. Just let me watch you two," she said with a beaming smile. What? You say you don't mind it, Nawaz said relieved. "Not at all if you don't mind your father fucking me?" "I can't believe this ... father fucking you," that was all Nawaz could say. "Yes and allowing even some of my friends to join the fun. Your parents are really great," Kulsoom said They both remained silent for a few minutes. "You have any objections?" Kulsoom asked. "No my love," Nawaz said kissing her. "Let's make a new beginning in this house," he said. They both got up and walked out of the room. Kulsoom was desperate to take the dick of her father in her hungry mouth in front of her husband and mother-in-law, while Nawaz eager to take her mother in his arms right in front of father and wife. They wanted to make their parents happy and start a new pattern of life in their house. ENDS