7 comments/ 105807 views/ 21 favorites Wife Pays Interest For Husband By: kamal12345 Although Zahida was about 35 years old now after being married for 15 years, she did not look a day older than 28. I had dreamt about her for the last 12 years. She always turned heads wherever she went. She had a body designed for sin, which a man could dream of possessing. Nature had been generous in endowing her not only with a good height of 5 feet 6 inches, but also with the figure of a goddess and a clear complexion. Zahida was sexy as hell even after birth of three children. She had fair skin, high cheekbones, a straight nose, a firm chin, and a lovely soft-lipped mouth. Her eyes were bluish, and her lips were naturally pink. Her long blond hair cascaded to her knees. There were a few small dark beauty spots on cheeks. Her lovely, genuine, warm, beautiful smile that lit up her eyes always motivated me to kiss her. She had to be the most gorgeous woman I'd ever met. She may have been hotter than any woman I'd ever imagine may. Something I found instantly enticing was her body, She had a body to die for, with full, lovely protruding breasts probably 36C, wide hips, and extremely erotic arse, which wiggled as she walked. The fullness of her breasts and the soft, sexy sway of her hips made me thinks of touching them. My prick was always in a state of readiness on seeing her; such ripe and heavy breasts that were appropriate and seemed to be still firm on a slim and fair body were a heavenly sight for me. To get her into my bed at any cost was my dream. But I always tried to control my feelings. Any hurry in the process would mean getting kicked in the nuts. Things had to happen gradually. This realization was both arousing and disturbing; after all, she was not just another woman but the wife of a very dear friend, Kashif. My association with Kashif was quite old, as he had been my friend from childhood. Kashif was an average man with average looks, a small business, and an average income. He had married Zahida about 15 years back, and I had frozen in place when I had met her first 12 years before. I was immediately impressed by how great Zahida looked. I felt my face flush in embarrassment, and I tried to look away, but I couldn't. Zahida's beauty, good nature, and exuberance had taken me in. Zahida was oblivious to my intentions, although she loved the attention I showered on her. Being friends, we met frequently, but somehow there was always a formal line, which wasn't breached by us. Once Kashif came to meet me. He told me, "I am in deep trouble, and after thinking hard, I decided that I would ask you if you could help me." "Tell me, Kashif. I will try my best. I would be pleased if I could help you," I said. He told me that " I had recently hit some hard time, and I need one million rupees as a loan and hope that you will help me, he told me details about his financial needs." My sick mind took over to Zahida his wife, when I heard this thinking how can I leverage this to my advantage. "But that is a huge amount!" "Yes I know it is, but I promise you that I will return it after only two months." "OK, Kashif, I will give you the money, but let me say frankly that you will need to give me this in a written agreement. I don't mind, but this is a huge amount, you know." I was thinking I could use my money to help him out, but wanted something in return. "Yes! Why not?" Kashif replied. Thus I gave him money, taking a written agreement from him. One month before the due date, it was a pleasant surprise when Kashif invited me to his house for dinner. Who knew it was my lucky day? I bought a bouquet of flowers and some chocolates for the children, and reached his flat at eight o'clock sharp. Kashif received me warmly and led me to lounge, and we sat there. After a few minutes Zahida came before me like a pleasing breeze. The moment I entered my sixth sense hinted to me something about his wife, the way she was walking, the way she was smiling, and the way she was dressed up. Contrary to tradition she wore a red satin qameez (long shirt) with her usual white shilwar (trousers). Her qameez was quite low-cut in front, so I could see her cleavage. She looked charming from every perspective. Zahida, like most Indian women, normally wore only Indian clothes. She had a handful of matching bangles on both of her wrists. Her feet were bare as Indian women's feet normally remain at home. That evening I was in heaven; my mind was not with me! It had become impossible for me keep my eyes off her at even the slightest move of her. Once she caught me staring her, and she blushed, realizing I was looking at her in a romantic way. She beamed like a virgin schoolgirl captivated by my stares, but my gazes were gradually extending beyond her face. Of course she had noticed this and now and again had given me a glance in response. The more I looked at her, the more I was excited by the way she talked with me, and the way she looked at me when Kashif wasn't looking. Whenever he caught us looking, he'd get a big sheepish smile on his face and then just turn away. Zahida was undoubtedly aware of my state, as she had caught me looking at her body on that occasion and gave me a glimmer of a smile, and quite often she would remain looking at me while others were not looking. Zahida left us, saying that she was going to the kitchen to prepare dinner, while both of us, Kashif and I, were laughing and chatting. I had been watching Zahida the whole time she was serving dishes to the table, though trying not to be too obvious with my staring. Many times I positioned myself behind her so as not to miss the fabulous view of her full, generous, swaying hips. When dinner was laid, Zahida asked us to come to the dining hall. We went and sat at the table. Zahida sat just opposite me. As the table was fairly small, it was quite natural that my knee should touch Zahida's occasionally, and it did. I kept the touches light at the beginning, but as she didn't pull away, I pressed a little harder and left it next to hers. We both smiled as she looked lovingly up into my eyes. I kept the conversation running with Kashif as best I could, and slowly rubbed my knee up and down. It seemed, if anything, that Zahida pushed back even harder. The butterflies in my stomach began to jump. I was more than happy that my wishes were about to be fulfilled. Above the table, Zahida continued to converse as though nothing at all was the matter. I then started to rub my leg up and down against hers, slowly and softly and then harder against her. Her lips parted in a slight gasp, but she did not move away. Soon my leg was caressing her hard under the table. I was now finding it difficult to concentrate on the dinner. It was getting too hot. I was worried that either Kashif or his children would notice something. Now it was difficult for both of us to concentrate on food. "You're eating very slowly," Zahida teased, her voice throaty. "Don't you like food?" She teased me again, and her foot became more insistent against my leg. She looked at me, her lips half parted. Her eyes had become very dark now, and that intoxicating look was inviting and bemusing at the same time. I responded to her touch by rubbing my foot against her ankle. "Yes, thank you, I am enjoying the meal." She smiled as she looked in my eyes while I massaged her foot. I couldn't believe what was happening as I felt ready to burst. I moved my leg back and saw Zahida exhale softly. I guessed that perhaps she had had enough. I moved my attention back to the food and the conversation. When she went to the kitchen, her petite ass cheeks were clinging to her qameez, giving me a pretty good idea of reality. The dampness of her skin had made the qameez stay snugly in the crack of her ass. Both her daughters helped her clear the table and bring the coffee. I had to brush my hand gently against the side of Zahida's thigh when she was going to and from the kitchen. She stared at me for several seconds, and then shifted her questioning eyes from me. As her husband went to bathroom, she whispered, "You give good toe. Drop in whenever you like. I'm usually at home in the mornings." After I returned home late, I made the best, most passionate love of my life with my wife after a long evening of thinking about Zahida. I couldn't concentrate much on my work throughout the following days and kept thinking about that night with Zahida and her voluptuous body all the time. During the following days I was becoming more and more restless and was daydreaming. My lust for Zahida's body started to grow even more than I ever thought it would. When this had become unbearable for me, I finally decided that the only way was to meet Zahida alone, so I went to meet Zahida; I left the car and walked to her house. After a couple of knocks on the door, I waited impatiently for the answer. In a couple of minutes Zahida came to open the door. I felt Zahida was a little confused, seeing me. "If it is inconvenient, then I'll come some other day," I said. "Don't say that. You are always welcome." "But seeing me, you looked a little confused." "No! No, please come in," she said smilingly. She led me to the sitting room. "Please have a seat. I'll be back in a minute. Let me finish a telephone conversation I was having." Oh, she was busy with the telephone, so that was why she seemed confused! She came back after few minutes. "Would you like a cup of coffee?" she asked. "Of course, I would love a cup of coffee with you, if you can," I said. "Of course, Mr. Zeshan. It will be a pleasure having coffee with you. Just give me a few minutes, and I'll get the coffee." She went to the kitchen and came back with a tray a few minutes later. She placed it on the table before me, and when she leaned over to put the tray down, the neckline of her top hung very low. Now, only inches away from my eye hung Zahida's creamy white breasts. Not just cleavage, but everything including her thick brown nipples. For the five or so seconds that the vision lasted, I couldn't pull my eyes away. When she stood up I knew she must have caught me staring and started turning red-faced. But Zahida just rubbed her eyes as she put the tray down and sat next to me on the sofa. I could smell her perfume, which caressed the air -- a low, lemony, curiously enticing aroma. I was slightly nervous since this was the first time that I was alone with Zahida, the wife of my friend. And I had to look at her only, and she was looking hot. She looked like she was seducing me. My palms sweated the entire time. My heart raced every time Zahida looked at me. We were sipping tea slowly, taking our time. We talked about many subjects. She asked about my wife and kids, but not once did she mention her husband's loan or anything about our business. Then, giving a naughty smile to me, she asked me, "Are you bored?" This just encouraged me, and I said, "Your perfume is wonderful." I took a deep smell. "It is exotic." "Do you like it?" Her eyes sparkled. "Yes, it is so nice." "Thank you." "You asked me to come anytime." "I did. Did I say something wrong?" she said in naughty mood. I felt embarrassed and muttered thanks, and she grinned, mischief in her eyes. " Didn't you want to meet me?" "Yes! I wanted to meet you alone." "And I gave you the opportunity." "I admire your guts, lady." "Do you find me attractive?" "You look good enough to eat," I said. "I always found you very beautiful, lovely, and attractive." I was staring down at her breasts confined still under the thin fiber of her qameez. Zahida blushed and looked at the objects I was staring at, but laughed again, softly. "Don't flatter me, Zeshan, you liar. I am sure you tell that to all the women you meet." I told her, "Zahida, you are looking really very sexy and inviting too." She said in a very low voice, "Really, Zeshan. Don't forget I am your friend's wife." "But you are so attractive and irresistible," I whispered. "Really?" "Yes. I have always thought of you," I admitted. "But I could never muster courage to speak that to you." "Is that all?" "No! There is more to tell you." I touched her arm with my fingers and began to caress it gently. She eyed me with heavy eyes from under veiled eyelids and weakly smiled. She slowly pushed her lower body closer into mine. Her breasts almost touched the side of my chest. I slowly put my arm around her back and gradually brought it around her neck. Zahida lightly trembled as I took her hand and moved closer to her. I kissed her hand and held it. Some time later, I quietly slipped my hand on her thigh. I kissed her hair and her golden earrings. I raised her face with my hands and kissed her on her cheek and then her thick lips. I kissed them once very lightly and then gradually more insistently. A few minutes later, I moved my tongue over and over her lips and made them wet with my saliva and then slowly drew my tongue inside her lips. She reciprocated by offering her pouting lips and kissing me back. I then moved my hand and rested it lightly over the dupatta (long scarf) on her breast and began to gently caress her breasts. My hands were immediately busy, groping over the material, and then I removed a hand to slowly slide it under the dupatta and rest my hand firmly on the cloth over her breast. I was slowly and firmly caressing and gently squeezing her breast by moving my hands from one to the other, and gradually I slipped my hand at her breasts beneath her neckline and ran my fingers over there. She closed her eyes, her head still on my shoulder. I pulled her hand over my hard and thick hurting cock. When she touched my cock, she suddenly broke the kiss and raised her eyes. She told me, "Well, I think that was sufficient. You should stop now, please." She pushed my hand away slowly from her breasts. She was not angry but pressing her lower lip in her teeth. She got up from the sofa and, moving away from me, sat just opposite me. That was unexpected for me, so I became little embarrassed and quiet. We avoided each other's eyes. I blinked at her pathetically as a fool. I found my courage again after a minute. I tried holding her arm, but she jerked my hand away. The rest of the time went without any event. My heartbeat was increasing every minute for a woman to whom I was desperately looking in spells, but she wouldn't look at me. "You may please leave now. We'll meet some other time," she told me. "As you wish," I said. After few minutes I got up to take my leave. She also got up. The moment I was leaving, she stood staring at her feet and blushing. I could even hear her breaths, which were becoming heavier all the time, causing her beautiful breasts to jiggle in her tight qameez. I knew it was now or never for me. I could not wait any longer to make my move. I walked up to her and held her hand. She tried to withdraw it from me, but I was not leaving. Then I put my arm around her waist and gently escorted her in. "Zeshan, please let me go," she whispered. I spun her around, and pressing my hard-on against her crotch, I gave her a light kiss on the nape of her neck, licking her earlobe. "Zeshan, please don't. I am a married woman, and you are also married," she protested. "Married people are safe. I can't afford to make virgins pregnant. Do you want me make some virgin pregnant? You were married then also when you were touching my foot," I replied and kissed her passionately. "That was a different matter; you wanted me to touch you." Her cries of "Please stop... Please stop it..."started becoming louder. I then proceeded to stroke her inner thighs from the outside just to tease her. I looked in her eyes; they were dreamy and full of lust. Her lips were quivering. When she reached down to stop my advances, I grasped her soft hand and guided it to my cock. "You have made it so hard from so many days; now please at least play with it for some time," I flattered. She pulled her hand away as it made contact with my sticky member. She stared at me in surprise. "We really should not do it..." she panted. Her mouth was dry as she continually licked her lips with her tongue. As a final effort, she pleaded with me to let her go. She whispered in my ears, "Oh, Zeshan, is this right, what we are doing? Please let this go... Please leave me... Please don't do this to me! This is not right. We should not do this. I am like your sister. I am your friend's wife. We really shouldn't..."She hesitated as if in a dream. Her willpower was weakening. "Please do not force me, I beg of you." I spoke, pressing myself against her. "OK! As you say! Thanks for what you have given me... Believe me, you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen." And I purposely released my grip on her, freeing her completely. I told her, "I don't want to force anything on you, so I let you free." This was a big shock, as she had never thought I would leave her like that all of a sudden. "You are sure you don't want to?" I asked. "Yes! I don't want to," she said, but she didn't move back. "I know you want it. You speak lies, and I will keep waiting for the time when you will say 'yes'," I said. "I don't know what to say... I'm afraid to do this, but ... I can feel my heart beating hard," Zahida said. Her face was red, and her eyes were sleepy. "Zahida, you know you want this. I can see it in your eyes." She was totally confused now, and it was looking as though her body and mind were at war. I walked toward her and told her, "Zahida, I want to kiss your neck, and slowly unbutton your qameez. I want to feel the smoothness of your breasts in my hands. Come on, be bold and help me." Finally she gave up; "Okay then..." She seemed to have resolved the issue. The lust was so visible now in her eyes. "You have to promise me you will never tell anyone, ever." " I promise it will be only our secret, and no one will know. " She looked at the door, went and locked it, and then came back. I was not expecting what happened next. I felt the firmness of Zahida's grip on my arm. Not looking at me, as she was shy, she kissed my lips playfully. Her lips roamed over face, neck, ear, nose, and cheeks. Then she put her head on my shoulders with a look of fascination on her face and I started to run my other hand through her hair. I pulled her closer and kissed her. She responded with the same ardor as that with which I was kissing her. She broke the kiss and whispered, "Thanks, I really need this." She bit my lower lip. While kissing her I pushed her towards the wall. My hands felt her chest as it heaved under me. The touch was like cream. The smoothness made me push my cock against her harder. I was leaning against her now. Undoubtedly she could feel my erection against her leg. She was stroking my hair. The looks in her eye confirmed what I had always suspected: She always wanted to give herself to me. I could feel her breath on my neck and chest. She pushed my hair away from my face again. After a long silence that made me feel awkward, she spoke. "Tell me something, Zeshan. Do you ever think about me?" Now she looked down. "Yeah, sure -- all the time since we met." "What do you think about?" "I think..." I stammered. She put a hand on my chest and looked again in my eyes. "I think you're pretty sexy," I said. "That's all?" "No! There is more. You are such a desirable lady, my dear. Even a saint would lose his self-control in close proximity to you." "Really?" "Yes, you have given me so many sleepless nights." "Thank you. I think about you, too, you know," she offered. "What do you think about?" "Same thing, mostly: how beautiful you are, and how lucky your wife is to have such an intelligent, handsome, and considerate man for a husband." Again she pushed my hair away from my face. This time, she petted my head. "And I think about how much I have missed you." Wife Pays Interest For Husband Once again we started kissing, and this time we were kissing like to horny lovers! We explored every part of each other's mouth with our tongues. We also licked each other's tongues! It was the best bit of kissing I had done in my life! We must have kissed for about few minutes, while my hand was roaming all over her body. My other hand was on her tits and was fondling them. Zahida had placed one hand around my neck and started to kiss me again while her other hand had wandered down and was busy playing with my ass. Then she spoke. "Zeshan, not here. Stop it. Anyone could catch us here. Let's go to the bedroom we'll be more comfortable," she said panting. "Oh! What are we waiting for? Let's go inside." I said, and we adjourned to her bedroom. I couldn't believe my luck. Here I was alone with my dream lady in her bedroom. I thought I must have been dreaming. In a hurry we got into bed. We lay on the bed, our sides facing each other, our limbs entangled, our mouths pressed together. We began kissing and grabbing and squeezing each other. She began to kiss me on my chest. She sucked my nipples, then licked my stomach. My erection was throbbing, and I reached under her shilwar to feel her crotch. She closed her eyes and threw her arms around me tight as I rubbed her hard. I reached down the front of her panties and began to rub my fingers between her pussy lips. She was dripping wet as I shoved my fingers into her vagina. I fucked her hard with my fingers until she asked me to stop because I was hurting her. I asked her to undress now and soon we both got undressed. Deliberately, she unclipped her gloriously thick hair and shook it free, and that made her sexier. Oh, what a pair of breasts she possessed! They were still in their shape. She was a marvelous sensual beauty with ample breasts that were possibly 36C. They were well shaped and round with her nipples jutting out in perfect proportion. Her tits were quite firm and pert, even without the support of the bra; they looked like couple of ripe mangos hanging on a branch. Her breasts were soft brown in color, yet contrasted beautifully with dark pink nipples. Her areolas were medium sized. They were starting to get erect as I was hungrily staring at them because they looked so beautiful. I caressed, kissed, and licked all over her body, squeezing her breasts, thighs, and buttocks while she was stroking my cock with her hand, biting her lip. She panted, and we were drenched in sweat. Then she said, "Now that we are here in bed, you can do what you want to do." She was squirming and panting like anything, and I knew this young, beautiful married woman was ready for me. "You are big," she said, stroking my cock. She took my cock in her hand, and her silky fingers made my cock like an iron rod encased in a silken cloth. I was amazed. I had never recalled my cock's feeling so hard that with all my might I was unable to bend it. Once again I started to kiss her all over her face. I started from her forehead. Then I moved to her eyes. Her chubby cheeks came next. I was eating her cheeks. Then I kissed and nibbled her ears. Finally I moved to her mouth. I sucked her lips vigorously. We explored each other's mouths as we had done in the lounge. I pushed my tongue as far as I could inside her mouth, literally touching her throat! I continued the kissing and went lower. I was now kissing her neck and then sucking and even gently biting it. I moved lower to her breasts, the breasts I had been seeing every night in dreams, and now for the first time I was so near to them. I started to eat her breasts as if they were ripe mangos. They were getting as red as apples from my constant eating and sucking. I paid attention to her rock-hard nipples. I teased them with my tongue. I probed them gently with my tongue, making them very erect! I stopped when they were really hard! Then I started to suck them, slowly to begin with. I increased my speed and was now furiously sucking and even biting them! "Oh yeah! Zeshan, that's it! Suck them hard! Bite them hard! They need it." "Zahida! You don't have to ask me. They really deserve it." Now I moved lower. Now I was level with her enticingly deep navel! As before, I used my tongue to good effect. I moved my tongue in and out of her navel while teasing her belly button. "Ufff...! Suck it! It feels so nice and excited!" And I started sucking it. This was a new experience for me. I couldn't do it with any woman I met either. But with Zahida, it was different. I took her belly button in my fingers and sucked it feverishly. Zahida was now screaming heavily. "Aahhh...! Uffff...! That's it! Fuck me now, Zeshan! I can't stand it anymore! I need you inside me now! Put your big fat cock inside me!" Zahida screamed. Her legs looked silky smooth. Her thighs were bulky and fleshy, but well proportioned. She parted her thighs. Finally, I got on top of her and positioned myself, placing my rock-hard cock squarely on her waiting cunt! She herself grabbed my erection and pointed it to her pussy, so I shoveled my dick into her pussy as the head of my cock entered her cunt. With the first push more than half of my cock slid inside her wet snatch. Slowly the whole length of my cock entered her without any resistance. Her cunt was very tight and so warm that I thought I would never want to pull out of it again. "Zeshan, please do it slowly first. I have never had such a big cock. My husband's cock is small." So I slowed down a little and started to rub her pussy with my finger. I was searched her clit and soon found it. I started to rub and squeeze her clit. Meanwhile I was also fondling her lovely tits and managed to kiss her so as to increase her sexual pleasure. I made a strong move and forced my penis deep into her. She began to wriggle like a snake trying desperately to escape from the eagle's claws. "No, please slowly. It hurts, please." she began to plead. Her pleading only made me hornier as I again thrust my penis deep into her. She began to shout and moan in pain. I placed my hand under her shoulder and grabbed her breast with the other. My mouth went over hers and I again thrust my penis into her. This time she threw her head back and yelped. "Ahhhh!" She became very horny and screamed. "Ohhh! Zeshan, what are you doing to me? I think you are killing me!" "Oh, my sweetheart, I don't want to kill you; I want to show you my love," I said breathlessly." "Yes, that's it, Zeshan! Fuck me with your big dick! I am yours. Take me." I started to pump faster as she encouraged me. I kissed her mouth with mine and continued mauling her breasts. Her hands came over my back with a burning sensation for she was now nailing my back and biting my lips. I entered deep into her as her hand encircled my back, guiding me inside her. She put her legs on my back and pulled me down. Now I withdrew, pushing my cock back. Suddenly she thrust her hips against my swollen cock, and wrapped her legs around my waist. She moved forward, pushing herself onto my cock. I loved the way she kept clutching at my ass, grabbing at me, roughly, almost painfully, pulling me more deeply into her, harder and harder each time. She was very aggressive in bed; I have never seen woman as aggressive as she was. She said, "You are a better partner in bed than my husband is." I was very pleased and started giving it to her harder and harder. The whole bed was shaking and jerking because of my strong movements. I began driving it in and out, faster and faster, sweat collecting on my body as I kneaded her tits, which were glistening with sweat. She was moaning loudly, as her breath came faster and she locked me in with her legs, drawing me into her. We sucked on each other's lips and tongue moved faster. I tasted her breath in my mouth as I began to pump harder. She was pumping harder too. Zahida began to fuck me fast and furiously. I was surprised by her eagerness, but I matched her thrusts. "Yes, that's it," she said to me, and we pounded each other so hard that my pelvis bone hurt. Finally Zahida screamed. "Zeshan! I am going to come..." "Oh! Me too, Zahida! Come with me," I whispered. "It's okay," she whispered. "It's okay to come inside. I'm on the pill." " Zeshan. Uffffff . . ." she exclaimed as she climaxed and pulled me tightly over her. Her ankles were locked over my back and her heels were digging into my tailbone ensuring the deepest possible penetration possible. And then with a final thrust, we both came and I started pumping so fast till I spurted last drop of semen in Zahida's cunt. I could feel the vaginal juices flooding from her pussy. I collapsed on Zahida and stayed there very still for about five minutes. Panting heavily, we fell beside each other and lay together, our bodies sweaty and sated. She rubbed my chest softly while I held her in my arms, cradling her body next to me. "That was incredible," she whispered in my ear. "I am glad you enjoyed it," I replied. "'Enjoy' is hardly a strong enough word. You have a massive fucking cock. Every woman would love to get it in her pussy. You are a perfect fucker." She was to my right. She moved close to my body, put her right leg on my lower body and rested her thighs and knees on mine. Then she started moving her right hand over my chest and very slowly brought it below it below onto my cock. Rubbing my cock, she said, "I loved it... I wish I could have you everyday and every night. I would love to have it everyday." "May I ask you for some help?" she asked hesitantly. "No," I replied. She looked very disappointed and said "Oh! I am sorry." I laughed and took her face in my hand and, looking into her eyes, said, "You can't ask me, but you can give me an order." "Oh! My dear! I want to know whether is there any chance that you could give one month to my husband to repay your loan." "You have granted him two months just half an hour ago." She blushed and said to me, "Oh! Thank you very much. I knew you wouldn't refuse my request." I started to massage her thighs, and then my hand reached her pussy and I felt its wetness. "You are wet again." Zahida giggled. "My thirsty cunt wants one more hot load from you." "Oh dear! My cock will die for it." She moaned and said, "Zeshan, I've been dying do this for years!" I wasted no time. We started kissing hard again. She then took my dick in her hand, saying "Oh, Zeshan! It's so hot," and started to caress it slowly. She was rubbing my cock and balls. That made my cock like a red-hot steel pole, and I was now wild. I moved my hand on her back and it reached between her buttocks. She lay beside me holding my dick in her hand while my hand was on her ass, stroking it slowly. I was going totally crazy as my fingers touched all over her butt. I suddenly turned her around, bent her forward, and put my tongue inside. My teeth dig into her anus, and I bit. A loud moan escaped from her mouth. It was a lovely feeling. Just too good. Her inviting asshole was igniting my deepest passions. I was wondering if I should do anything about it when she said in her husky sexy voice, "How can you resist my ass like that? I can't. Put your finger in and find your dick. Do it now." "Zahida, we will fuck like dogs now." And she knelt with her hands down, without any question. Zahida was on her knees on the bed, and her well-shaped fully round buttocks were hanging in air. I adjusted myself behind her, touching my shaking cock to her butt. I knelt forward, grabbed Zahida from behind, and parted her legs. I grabbed her breasts. I was desperate to find her hole. Zahida grabbed my cock in her hand. She gave few strokes to my cock and, parting her legs further, adjusted the tip of my cock to her pussy entrance. I pushed forward, and the head of my cock inched inwards. Then, slowing, I inserted the tip of my cock, pushing it inside her. I removed my hands from her globes and adjusted them to grab Zahida by the waist. Now I started to stroke her slowly. I withdrew fully and then just pushed it in with a hard shove, and she cried out in pure pleasure. Zahida had to grab the head of the bed to keep her balance, and her face was now buried in the pillow. My strokes now speeded up. Grunting, I started to fuck her furiously. I was now fucking her hard and strong. I was biting her all over, especially her ass and shoulder. Zahida was pushing her hips towards me. I looked down, and I could see my cock appearing and disappearing in the hole. Zahida was now fondling my balls and moaning. She also co-operated with me by moving her pelvis in rhythm with my strokes. Loud moans were escaping her mouth. She was frantic now and moaned loudly. I fucked her like a dog fucking a bitch. This time the fuck was really long and I was getting exhausted. In the next 20 minutes, she had come twice and was about to come again when I put my pecker in to the hilt and started to ejaculate. Our bodies started to shiver, and I held her tightly. The next moment, she fell to bed, and I was on her waist, fully spent. Our combined fluids hit Zahida's thighs, and she wiped the stream with her bra. Our liquids were dirtying the bedclothes, but nobody was bothering about it. "Zahida! Remember, henceforth I will come, and you will allow me to fuck you in whenever and whatever way I need it." She put her hands to my neck and relaxed in my strong grip. "Now I am yours at any time you wish." Our families don't know of our sexual relationship, and we continue our intense sex life with each other. We have tried many variations, and of late I have enjoyed fucking her anus. Till today kashif didn't return the money I'd give him but Zahida bhabi paid interest regularly.