3 comments/ 123643 views/ 12 favorites I Allowed Him a Kiss By: zeshanan The next month I missed my periods. Yes! I was pregnant. And when I told to my young lover, "Ali, do you know I'm pregnant? I'm going to be a mother at the age of 38." "Oh! No, I don't know, what a good news this is." Then asked, "Who's father of the baby?" "Who other than except you? You're, only you're, you made me pregnant." I replied. "Oh Bhabi I'm so proud of it," Ali replied with excitement. "I'm sure you will love this but I can't keep your child in my womb. I need to abort it. Already I'm mother of three young children. Moreover my husband will surely come to know about our affair." After long arguments Ali took me to a doctor and I secretly aborted. The story happened about a year before. I am 39 now and even now; I considered being attractive and have always taken good care of myself. I certainly could compete with the younger women in the family. I'm proud to say most men find my pretty face attractive, but my breasts, bit fatty stomach, and especially my firm, wide and fleshy bottom and muscular thighs get the most attention, although I has to admit I've never really dressed to show them off. My breasts were still firm and my nipples hard with an ache to be kissed and sucked and pinched. I'm not really old fashion but I normally used to be in the traditional Indian shilwar (traditional baggy trousers) qameez (traditional long lose shirt). I still had a slim girlish figure although this was hidden in a baggy shilwar and lose qameez. I had long black hair to my hips and large black eyes, and my body was voluptuous and smooth. My husband is a successful businessman so it hasn't really been necessary for me to work. He earns a lot so he has insisted that I will take care of the house. We have two daughters and a boy. They both were in the school. Ali is a distant relative of my husband. He might be around 21, highly energetic and masculine. Ali used come to our house. He is a good-looking person with good body and very charming face and a lovely, warm smile. I observed him for a long time, every detail of him, his dark black hair falling over his eyes, the muscles in his arms as we stretched and relaxed, his thighs and buttocks as they tensed against the tight genes that covered his body. He is very talkative by nature and cues some good jokes on the different topics. I was very much impressed with his personality. I never considered that he would be interested in a woman of my age. As the time passed, his visit to our house became very regular. He paid to visit at least once a week on weekend and used to stay the whole day with us. He got so much intimate with my family, that every one, even my husband started to accept Ali as one among of our closed ones. Everyday, once my children went off to school and husband to the office, I would have many hours alone at home. Now I've the company of Ali. He used to come so frequently, as he was jobless, at that time. Ali was always good to have around, helping me and keeping up some conversation. The conversations were no longer those of a young brother-in- law to a mature married sister-in- law but of two adults. I valued his ideas and listened to him. I felt to be comfortable in talking with him and often Ali used to mention that I've a good and warm voice. I felt inquisitive and asked him about his daily routines, his time-passes and other details. This sort of conversation went on regularly for about for long, as almost once in two days, he used to come and apparently his sense of humor and frankness excited me. We used to have a wonderful conversation and he told me that he wanted to have a lady elder to him, as his girlfriend. I was surprised at his statement and I said him that I too wanted a young man like him as my companion, to share my desires and to make life more relaxed. And it became routine, for me to have Ali at my house and I felt I miss him a lot at his absence. It was after some days that I noticed that, while alone, Ali started paying more than usual attention to my breasts. Being used to living alone, I was a little careless about my dress at home and on more than a few occasions, I found him peeping and staring at me. At first I thought, it must be only my imagination but when I observed and confirmed it, it excited me too in a strange way. In order to make sure that it was so, I sometimes intentionally let the pallu of my dupata fall off while I bend to give him coffee or some cold drinks, so that he would have a good view. Invariably, his eyes would drop off and get fixed on me. I noticed that even while talking to me, his eyes made a regular stare on my succulent breasts. When he noticed my observing him staring like that, he would be embarrassed and then try not to look again. But again after some time, his eyes would repeatedly return to my boobs. After all, he is also a sex-starved young man; I thought and did not give it much thought. But since I failed to curtail those acts, it further encouraged him. Ali became bold enough to give me that lustful look all the time when he was around with me but I used to ignore his looks but still he would look longingly at my body and give me that "I want you looks". Ali is 17 years younger to me. He is fit, and shapely, not bad at all, he is about 6' tall, sexy, muscular, fair, has dark hair, and big eyes the first time I lay my eyes at him, I saw a deep lust and desire in his eyes for me, on many occasions I found him staring lustily at my tits. I liked Ali. Liked his innocent look. I knew well enough that he was far from innocent. Ali's eyes were sending me those "I want you" messages for some time now, I was fully aware of the fact that my presence affect his cock tremendously that he is dying to fuck me, and that his dick gets erected each time I was in close proximity with him and he had eyes only for me, I saw his cock getting erected on many times when we were alone and how he tried to cover it with embarrassment. He would look admiringly at my body. I also gave him some tough time to him by showing him some of my cleavage and my ass bending before him with some pretext. Some time I added an extra spring in my step to make sure my ass wobbled just right. I liked to tease him. I don't know why, but teasing this 21 years old boy was turning me on so much. I then observed that Ali had hots for me. I didn't give him much response, even though I cannot completely ignore him. Ali adored me with a passion that I sometimes felt was unhealthy for a young 21-year-old man. I feel like an idiot. Whatever He's just young and immature. The reason being, though my sex life is not good, but as far as my viewpoint is concern, I was not fully happy as my husband takes sex as a routine process. As my husband is in to the business, he frequently travels in and around India and abroad also. Because of that, the frequency of we both involving in sex had got reduced now a days. He is very rigid in his thinking and he is also very shy kind of person. He won't find sex as a pleasure of life and one has to enjoy it. He only made love once or twice in month with me. He always did some kissing and then got roused and then he fucks me without doing any foreplay. When he discharged, he just went to bed. Don't take me wrong; a woman of thirty-eight years must have sexual desires and cravings. So I wanted some thing new in this routine life. I wanted to know some of the technique of self pleasure also. Any way, my sex life since my marriage, all these years, was without much excitement. I had almost forgotten the feeling of being excited. Although I had grown to love my husband since our arranged marriage, it was hard to accept being a married-widow. I had a great sexual appetite although I was not a young girl now but past the glow of youth, have enough to feel certain natural needs, and needs that my husband now was unwilling to satisfy. But then, since Ali's entry into my life, I find more thrilled deep in my heart, about his acts. I didn't want but I was found my self always thinking about Ali and It was when I was in my bed at night; there was not a day and there wasn't a night when I didn't think about him. But the fact that I am a married woman in a respectable family has always prevented me from succumbing into his pressure. The image of Ali was dancing through my mind It had been such a to first time in my life I had felt this way about anther man than my husband. I tried to keep my mind off of him, but it just seemed like he wouldn't go away. How did that man make me fall for him? Was I falling for this man? I was completely in love with him by now and desired him so much that I stopped making love to my husband. My lust and passion was to be for him alone. And so, every night I spilled his burning come onto the painted image of him. In bed I couldn't get to sleep, for thinking about Ali. Quietly, and quickly I fingered myself to orgasm while thinking about Ali. We continued this game for more than year without touching each other but only teasing each other. Finally I decided to make an end to this debacle. I don't want to continue still further, with lots of confusions and hesitations in my mind. So I asked Ali to come the next day, as my husband would be away on a business trip and my children were already had gone to my mom's place for vacation. I told him that I needed to talk an important matter to him. I asked Ali to come at around 10 pm in the morning. It was the first time I was going to meet him alone but On that day, my heart was skipping beats as I wondered whether he would come or not, and that how I would talk him. Anyway I dressed in my finest but a very simple way. A black traditionally qameez (long shirt) with white shilwar (baggy trouser) and a large white Dupatta (head and neck scarf), draped around my neck and chest to cover my chest in the most decent fashion. I wore bangles, simple earrings and a very thin and simple necklace. I have decided to appeal simpler before Ali. And I ensured that our presence should be more private and alone. So, I'd even send away the servant maid that day. Ali came exactly at the time mentioned. It was afternoon, it was raining and it was chilly when he came. He was also dressed in a very simple way. White traditionally qameez (long shirt) with white shilwar (baggy trouser). We sat and made some polite conversation where we recounted some of the topics we had spoken about previously. But my body was wet to some extent, due to the sweating as well as due to the hesitation of how to start telling him. So I started asking him naughtily, "So, what do you think of me now?" Immediately Ali replied, "You're more cute now than I saw you before." I got little embarrassed with his answer. But I smiled and slowly held his hand. I said, "I like your frankness... I always see you as my close friend." I shook my hand and smiled. I thought this would be a better way to convey my thoughts. After a few seconds of silence, Ali told me, "Its a pleasure to have a nice beautiful Bhabi like you, as my best friend" he smiled and gazed at me in a naughty look. After this exchange, silence again reigned. But he began to sneak peeks at me. Finally the point was reached. At least now, I should make my point clear. So with a determined thought, I asked him straightly, " Tell me, what do you want from me, why are you coming so often?" He didn't except a direct question like this from me. He paused for a while and looked at me. So I again asked him, "Come-on Ali. "Don't hesitate. You can come out frankly as no one is around. I need an honest answer from you," I said. Even though they were my words, I shocked myself. That sort of encouragement is enough for Ali. And before I could stop myself, I found him saying " Nothing other than to be able to kiss you all over once... You are a very beautiful woman and I think you should be loved the way you deserve, at least once." I was a bit shocked to hear this from Ali. My breasts were heaving up and down and in shock, the request of Ali though confused and aroused me. I wished to kiss him, but stopped myself, and a very light "oh" escaped from my lips. "Don't think like this about me, Ali, I'm your Bhabi," "But I like you very much Bhabi and to be honest, I came there only for you, I would never come there but I came only for you," he said. I asked him "but I really do think I'm much too old for you - you are only about 4 years older than my daughter." He really rose to the occasion and told me, I've told you Bhabi I preferred older women and had fancied you since the from years and had been trying to pluck up courage to ask you out. "But I don't like all these, Ali." I said him with an approving look. "Then why you've called me alone this time? And why you made up well and dressed to kill me," he asked boldly. "Yes! I admit that all these for you but not for that you want," I said honestly. "What the big thing I want from you, only a "kiss" if you can make up and dressed for me like this then why not a kiss?" he added, "I really like you. I hope you like me too because if you don't, I sound like a complete lunatic." Eventually I agreed to let him a kiss him and to see how things went. I stopped for a minute to think about what I should say. Nothing was coming to mind. I was beginning to panic. Then without thinking I said him, "Only kiss. You promise you will not do anything else? And promise me that this will be our secret," to which he, assured me, "yes, I promise to keep it secret and I promise that I will not do anything that you do not want me to do, that's a promise." I didn't know what to reply. So I told him "ok, we will see some other day." Feeling a little braver, Instinctively, Ali stood up and leaned in front of me and asked me, "Why not right now Bhabi? Do you have an hour or so to spare?" I was speechless for a few seconds and then said, "Oh my god, this is so sudden, and you should give me some time at least to think about your proposal." To which Ali came out directly and said, "This is the right time my Bhabi... No one is around... I am ready for the test and we shall get inside the bedroom and start immediately, if you want." He took my hand in his and pulled me close to him. I couldn't make immediately any judgments. I couldn't believe that Ali had so much gut to call me to the bedroom. But deep in my heart, I liked his guts. After a few more minutes of "oh no", "how can I." He somehow convinced he and I made my to start for the bedroom. But I kept thinking, " I knew I will not be able to stop with just kissing." over and over again. I knew what this might lead to but Ali was quick enough to carry me over to the bedroom. Obviously, he didn't want to miss a chance like this. Once in the bedroom, Ali switched on the light and turned around me. I was trembling all over; my heart beatings racing up like anything... so he led me to the sofa and made me sit down. It was raining and it was cool day but I felt my body sweat just from his heat. The manly scent of Ali was teasing my nostrils. It was not the first time he's sitting with me but it was however the first time that he was sitting so closed next to. What else could I call it except erotic? Then he offered me a glass of cold water from the refrigerator in the room. He then assured me he was a gentleman and again said, "I will not do anything that you do not want me to do, that's a promise." I got bit relaxed by his statement. Slowly I came to the normal state. Ali's deodorant discreet seemed to be filling the room with an attractive, provocative odor. He slowly began tickling the back of my arm and I think I died and went to heaven. Then he gently began to stroke my hands. My breathing seemed strange and I was worried. I was aroused, confused and frightened and thinking what was happening to me? The young man seat beside me, and yet he aroused my body. I closed my eyes and muttered a prayer to be saved from temptation. He took my palm into his hands and asked me, "Shall I kiss your beautiful palm?" Now, the initiative was taken by him, there was no surprises for me and slowly accepted his offer. Ali gave a gentle kiss on the back of my palm. This was the moment, the kiss on my palm send a current in my body and the heat was on, and the heat had percolated into my palms. Slowly I was getting ready for the eventuality. That moment, the phone ranged, which made us to come to our senses. I stood up and went to pick up the phone but still I was rather unsteady and felt Ali standing behind me to balance me when I took the phone hook. As I started to answer the call, Ali I moved up behind me and put his arms around my waist. He pulled me back toward him and nuzzled my neck and ears. I trembled slightly in his arms as he ran his hands up over my tummy and pressed himself against my ass cheeks. I wanted to stop him doing that, so when I turned to tell him, the next thing I knew was, his mouth was touching me. The moment I turned around, Ali grabbed me in a powerful embrace. His rock hard body was tight against me and I couldn't help but be turned on by how well my breasts fit under his massive chest and above his rippling stomach. I couldn't talk, I was feeling this rush of sexual tension like I never felt in my life but at the same time knew it was wrong. I was breathing hard and felt confused when I spoke again, "Please stop before this goes any further." But his powerful embrace held me tight, as I couldn't escape his tight grasp. My whole body tensed as Ali's warm lips touched me. At first I resisted, but his lips were so inviting that I just couldn't part with them. His lips were unlike those of my husbands, and even though I knew I shouldn't be doing this, I moved my hand to the back of his neck and kissed him in return. Somehow my tongue found its way into his mouth and searched to find his. When our tongues met I felt another surge course through my body. I pressed up against him and began to stroke his arm. And now he had me in his arms. He licked my lips, thrust his tongue into my voluptuous mouth and breathed in my fragrance. Our lips melted together as if we were becoming one. He pushed his tongue into my mouth and pulled me close as he began to rub my bottom again. His actions were not gentle, but I 's pleasure was already escalating. I was surprised at how willingly I responded with my tongue seeking out his and as his hand closed over my perky breasts with my excitingly long erects nipples and rubbed them through my qameez. For the first time since I was in a man other than my husband cupped my breast. A man other than my husband squeezed and caressed my breasts. Ali was a man other than my husband pinched my nipples and stroked the smooth flesh of my breast. It had been over years since my breasts had been touched like this. It felt sooooo good. But I knew, I had to stop him by saying, " don't break your promise Ali, not touching there," "Sorry, Bhabi," he murmured "I've been wanting to do that for years." said Ali and he left my breast and I felt sorry for it but tried to pull back but the empowering embrace made it impossible. I was beginning to lose control of my inner sexual power. I passionately licked his tongue back as we started to deeply kiss each other. I didn't think of my husband or anything else, as I was so turned on by this incredible sensation. We relentlessly ran our tongues across each other as we continued to be locked at the lips. As we feverishly French, I could feel my inner thighs moisten as my angelic mound was gushing. Nothing else was on my mind but this powerful kiss. As he pulled his tongue from my lips, he started to lick my neck. His warm breath and wet tongue was triggering a deep sexual desire inside of me. Somehow I made it to break away from his kiss and muttered to him that I was married and we shouldn't do this and asked him to go out of the room. But Ali, with his innocent face, whispered his apology in my ear and told me he was having trouble controlling himself because I looked so hot even in my simple dress. He said Uncle was a very lucky man to have a woman who looked and dressed like me and that he was sorry that I didn't want him, but he also understood. I felt sorry for him but he really knew what to say, and he was such a gentleman about it! I was so horny! Unfortunately It had already been over three month since my husband had, not been performed his marriage duties as he usually did once or twice in a month. I Allowed Him a Kiss I told him that it wasn't that I didn't want to, but I was married and had my own family. Ali knew how I felt about him, he said that he fantasized me for a long time and don't want to miss such a lovely chance. He said that he would stop at any moment when I ask him. He said that altogether it would be a new experience for both of us. As good as it felt I knew I couldn't let it go on much longer. But, at this point, I didn't want to end this show so quickly. I don't know why but I said I would allow him to kiss me, as I didn't want him to get disappointed. In my deep heart, I want to kiss him again. I opened my mouth to feel his tongue once more before he leaves. I was just getting ready to break away again when he began to gently stroke my left breast through the soft material of my blouse. My breasts have always been very sensitive and it's the quickest way to get me hot. It felt so good it made my knees weak. I was shaking and trembling as he played with my tits. I placed my hands on his shoulders to maintain my balance. Just a few minutes longer and then I would stop him. I wasn't too worried because I knew I could just stop him anytime anyway, he wasn't being forceful at all but still a gentlemen. I convinced myself that it was just a little harmless petting, my husband would never know, just a little harmless thrill. It felt so good I had to let him continue. Ali re-entered his tongue into my mouth as we started to kiss wildly again. I couldn't get enough of him as he again made his way down my neck. He began to grab intimately my succulent breast with his hands. His hands were on the zip of my qameez. Already the pallu of my dupatta left my shoulders and were lying on the floor. I again tried to pull myself from this carnal spell but by this time he had unzipped my qameez pulling it flap up to my chest and started kneading my boobs over the brassiere. Then he moved up the bottom of the brassiere, little exposing my nipples further as we kissed. He began to gently roll my nipples between his fingertips as I rubbed his muscular chest. This guy was gorgeous. Then he unsnapped my bra with one motion and placed it on the floor, releasing my tight fun bags from my Black lace Bra. My ripe melons were beautiful and inviting. When he tried to lick and suck them, it startled me again. He kissed my tits tenderly and sucked on my nipples, running his tongue around them and gently nipping them with his teeth. I started to pull him away so he increased his sucking to a point it felt to good to stop. I just couldn't believe what I was doing and my mind was racing so fast. He sucked hard at the nipples, almost hurting me, I responding even more to his untamed desire. He took it into his mouth and began softly sucking on it. The pleasure was so intense that I didn't care about anything else, except feeling him inside me. I wanted to be fucked; it had been months since I had felt a man's passion inside me. I was going wild and without warning I exploded with an orgasm. I gripped his shoulders and gasped aloud as the first orgasm rocked me. My knees started getting weak and I had to sit down on the edge of the bed. Ali knelt down and took one of my inflated nipples into his mouth. His warm tongue licked across my swollen nipples, sending me into a sexual confusion. My cunt was so swollen and wet as he sucked my tits like we were his lifelines. I thought of my husband for a moment but the truth was I didn't care. I wanted this man to suck my tits more than anything else right then. Ali sucked one by one. At this time, my body was so filled with passion. Ali had sucked my tits to the point of full erection. The blood rushed to this hot zone and filled my breasts. My ripe melons looked too huge in proportion to waist and expanded rib cage. Ali licked my tits up and down and was starting to have his way with me. After all it had been months away from a masculine touch. For some reason it was such an exciting thrill to be this naughty with someone other than my husband, especially with a young, sex-starved hungry man. I felt like his pleasure piece of meat as he rested me on my bed. As I lay on my back, I could feel Ali's hands begin to caress the silkiness of my inner thighs. When I didn't resist, his hand pulled the hem of my shilwar and I could feel him softly begin massaging my pussy through the material. Direct contact, this is what I needed. I moaned. His hands pushed my legs farther apart and he gently cupped the soft moistness of my cunt through my shilwar. I thought I would wet my shilwar, as I was paintyless right tmye. It felt so good. I figured I would let him do this for a few minutes more and then I would have to make him stop. Ali reached his hand over string of my shilwar knot and so he untied it and removed my shilwar off, over my thighs. I felt like this was my last moment to stop this erotic heat. I also thought about that I might not get another situation to experience this young man. As passion continued to fill my hot zone, I couldn't help but wonder how it would feel to have another man taste my love and that thought sent my mind in a naughty fit of desire. By the time, his hand was now inside, with one of his fingers moving into the tight opening of my cunt. As my pussy got wetter and hotter, he just continued to insert more fingers. Finally I managed myself to moan, "Ali, we have to stop, please! I'm getting so hot, we shouldn't continue more!" Ali responded by moving his mouth down my stomach and tried to mouth over my clit. My body leaped when his tongue found my clit. "Oh mother he is going to eat me there, I thought. He was going to eat my pussy, something my husband has never done! When he began to press his mouth over my clit, I finally stopped him and told him we were getting carried away and that I couldn't let that happen. I asked him, "Ali, I let you do more than a kiss you wanted, now I know what you're going to do, but I don't want anything more than you did. I hope you are okay with that," I explained myself. "No problem Bhabi, I wouldn't do anything you don't like, I want only to kiss you these lips," he reassured me. Ali said he understood and again promised me, he wouldn't do anything, and I didn't want him to do and would stop when I said so. He promised me no one would know. I simply moaned that he shouldn't carry on further and should stop once for all, once he finished tasting my pussy. With that assurance, I lifted my hips to let him pull my shilwar, the rest of the way off. As Ali took off my shilwar completely from me, the exotic feeling of being totally nude in front of another man sent a shiver up my spine as instinctively my legs spread open. The smell of my sex was thick in the air and my soaked pussy was looking for more. I just had to feel this sensation of his mouth on my opening. Ali began by slowly kissing the area around my labia before he began to lick my very wet cunt lips and clit. He licked my clit and fingered my pussy as I humped his mouth and I cried out in ecstasy. I placed my legs on his shoulders and he sucked on my pussy as he reached up with both hands and played with my titties. I was out of my mind as he worked my body over. While he did this, he continued to pinch my nipples and move his fingers inside of me. I was in ecstasy as it was everything I imagined it would be. Ali knew just what to do with a woman. Before long, I began to feel my orgasm build within me again. I thought I was going to explode as Ali took in all of what I had to offer. He licked me deeply as my pussy was on fire. My body was quivering and instinctively started to buck. Ali was licking and sucking my g-spot and I was overcome by this sensual feeling erupting inside of me. His tongue slowly ran over my pussy. He spread my lips and his tongue caressed the wet slit before him. Up and down he ran his tongue across my moistness. "Your pussy taste so fucking good," Ali told me as he savored my juices. He ran his tongue down to my wet opening and quickly flicked his tongue in and out of my hole. Then he ran his tongue back and forth between my pussy and my ass. He teased my tight little ass as he licked me back and forth. I had never felt like this before. My tight cunt was in spasm. He was sending my body into a sexual frenzy as his face was buried into my drenched pussy. I looked forward to the release that had been building for so long. My husband, very rarely makes me cum, so I was really looking forward to it and told myself that I would stop afterwards. I needed it too bad. I was getting so hot now, I was moaning very loudly and didn't even notice him remove his pants and move up between my legs. When I felt he moved between my legs, I opened my eyes to see Ali above me and looked down to see him guiding his huge cock in between my quivering cunt lips. It was enormous and nearly twice the size of my husbands'. I trembled at the huge size, as he began to push the fat knob of the head into me. I knew that just a slight surge of his hips would mean that I was committing adultery, breaking my marriage vows and being fucked by a man other than my husband for the first time in my life. "Ali no, stop, we can't! We mustn't, we shouldn't, it is not right, Ali, I'm not protected!" I screamed. "Please, Bhabi, you're ready, please let me enter in you. Give me your pussy. Let me enter in my cock you," He pleaded. His next response surprised me. He told me that he has two desires and the one desire was to feel his hard cock penetrate deep into my married body. He pacified me by saying, "Rukhsana Bhabi, I promise I'll pull out. Please, I have to feel inside of you for just a few moments, oh you, yes, feel so good! You don't know Bhabi, countless times I had masturbated in the privacy of my bed and bathroom to your image in my mind." he continued to piston a few more inches into me. I was horrified He wasn't going to stop!!! He was going to fuck me! I protested again, "No, Ali please! Don't please, please I begged, "I can't... I may get pregnant... I'm ovulating... oh, no!" I felt bad for my husband's sake. Ali spread my legs and kneeled between them. With a little bit of adjustment, his cock slid inside me. Slowly he slid in and out of my pussy slowly allowing me to adjust to his size and continued to go deeper with each thrust until he was buried balls deep in my pussy. It slid in easily but it still took my breath away. I moaned at the first contact, and my pussy widened to accept him, and I succumbed to his desire, I loved to be taken, to be forced to give up my will and be controlled. It felt so good and I felt so full. I was his and his alone. Ali's gigantic rod could do what it wished. He fucked me slowly and steadily as I felt he wants to coat his cock with my juices. I tried to squeeze my legs together, but I was too close, I was starting to cum already as he sank in further my, stretching my cunt lips apart, already more than ever before. I was so wet that Ali slipped in with ease but, stretched me to the limit and sank deeper then my husband could ever have managed. I felt filled to bursting, and wept in pain and pleasure as he began to fuck me. By this time, I couldn't control the passion I felt. My body was erupting, my tits were swollen, my love mound was panting and my inner core was begging for his dick to ram me. The thought of this gigantic cock inside of me sent my body into a shiver. My body then betrayed me as my hips began to push and move against him with my building orgasm. I couldn't help it I couldn't even speak. I could only moan. As Ali's engorged head entered me, I could feel my cunt stretch. I had never had another man break this plane. Till now, I was true to my husband and had never let another man enter me warm spread. I thought about the sanctity of marriage and how my husband's pleasure hole was being invaded. At this point, it didn't matter. As I thought briefly of my husband, I looked up at this finely tuned machine. His fully hard cock was gigantic and pulsating. I was so swollen and wet, he had to pull back and push forward a couple of times to stretch my tight cunt. My husband's custom fit hole was now being resized. He thrust in and out, sinking deeper into my pussy with every push until finally his entire shaft was into the hilt, filling me completely. His pubic bone ground flat against mine. I started to mouth a protest again when I felt his huge shaft push even deeper, until it touched my cervix at the opening of my womb. I had several mild orgasms before another shuddering one. As I trembled and shook through my orgasm, that did it. I saw stars and felt my head swim as I came quicker then I expected or wanted. I exploded in my first real orgasm ever I thought I was going to pass out, as wave upon wave of pleasure went through my body. Ali felt and heard me come to climax and with a sense of relief let the flood gates go and pumped into me. I screamed with ecstasy as Ali pulsating eight inches easily past my husband's territory and slid deeper into its own. My legs were straight up in the air and my fingernails dug into Ali's muscular arms as he landed all eight inches of his rock hard sausage into my engorged cave. When I finally recovered, I realized my pussy had adjusted to his huge size and his massive cock was sliding smoothly in and out of my wet slit. All thoughts of betraying my husband and my unproductiveness were gone. I was in love with his huge cock. I had a fire inside my body that only a long, hard hose could extinguish. I was like a live animal under him meeting his thrusts with the most exciting pelvic movements, telling him how lovely he is and wonderful it cool questing and as I moved towards my climax shouting and moaning in obvious pleasure at being impaled on his cock. I was going mad. "Deeper, harder, more, more!" I shouted, closing my eyes. Ali pulled my legs up and held onto my knees as he picked up the pace slightly. I was devouring Ali 's cock as he heard the loud slurping noises as he fucked my pussy. This encouraged him to fuck me harder. Then to the excitement, he started like a train, which took me by surprise. By instinct I wrapped my legs around his hips, rubbing my legs against his back. By doing this, his fat cock went in as deep as he could. He pumped into me, his balls making slapping noises against my ass. My aching breasts were wobbling as they rubbed against the soft, red, hair on his chest. He tried to kiss me, but couldn't make contact, as the speed of his fucking kept making our mouths miss. The bed began to rock back and forth as Ali pounded me. Ali kept pumping into me, his hands on my waist, his face and lips busy with my breast, thrusting like he wanted to split me in half, not caring about my pleasure, but only his own, almost lifting me up and down on his throbbing shaft, growing bigger and bigger inside the dripping pussy that enveloped it. "Slow down," I pleaded, "Okay," he said. As I released my legs from his hips, he moved onto his knees, and quickly put his forearms under my legs. Without removing his cock, he lifted my arse off the bed, so that I was resting on my shoulders, "What the Hell do you think you're doing?" I shouted, as his cock went in deeper and deeper. "I'm fucking my sweet Bhabi (sister)!" he answered. "Fuck your Bhabi, but don't kill her, fuck her slow." But who was listening me? I was digging my own nails into his shoulders when he speeded up on more time. I was nearly bent double, as he held onto the headboard of the bed, making all of his weight push his cock into me. For once, I'd never felt anything like it! His big cock seemed to be filling my belly! He was doing press-ups as he fucked me, building up his speed with each stroke. He then realised me and let me lay on bed. By now my innocence was gone and my proud pussy took in his 8-inch pole like a pro. I needed it so bad. Ali grabbed my breasts, and start pumping his cock into me, in and out, getting harder as he pumped. The more he pumped, the more I moaned in pleasure, the harder he held my shoulder, and the more his cock throbbed. And the wilder the pumping got. He pumped so hard that if he had not held my breasts, perhaps he would have pushed me off the bed. I bounced and bucked so hard; I thought this thick prick was going to rip me in half. My body finally had what it had been waiting for all days. I was moaning as Ali slammed himself into me, bucking with the pure pleasure his cock was giving me. It was fantastic having such a large, powerful forbidden cock inside my. Ali gave me the longest strokes he could. Pulling out of me, with the tip of his cock barely inside, then sliding in all the way. Tears of ecstasy raced down my face as I begged him to saw me in half. The bed sheet beneath us was wet now, as the love juice glided down from my pussy to bed sheet via my ass crack. Confident my joy canal could take his wood, he slowly pulled it back and fourth to spread his wide load with my joy juice for lubrication. Ali wasn't holding anything back and strongly ripped open my cunt with his rock solid wide eight-inch load. He pumped me fast and hard. I felt I was going in and out of conscience as he fucked me and I felt my second climax building up in my stomach very quickly. I was going to come again. I wrapped my legs around his body and humped him as if it were my last fuck. I matched his stroke for stroke and we were both panting and writhing on the bed. He kept pounding my pussy throughout my orgasm until I pleaded with him to stop. "Oh, Ali stop it now, please stop. I can't do it anymore, Please stop fucking me," I begged. He was soaked in sweat from the long hard fucking he gave me. Finally, after more than half an hour of non-stop cunt stretching fucking, He reached the moment I had been waiting. Ali's thrusting then got stronger and I realized he was about to cum too. I was somewhat disappointed because I knew he would have to pull out before I came again. I yelled him meekly, "Ali, please pull before you cum." But it was so close. After three more times I climaxed, then I felt it. The feeling, for which, I've yearned again every day, since that moment. His whole body lurched forward and I felt the tip of his penis smash against my cervix. Ali groaned loudly shot the first spurt of his semen deep within me. "My bad luck, he wasn't pulling out! He was coming inside of me!" I'd though for a moment. I was filled with both the feelings of ecstasy and terror. I tried to push him off, but it was too late. His hands were holding down me and he was pushing into me with all the strength and intensity of his orgasm. What really surprised me is it felt so incredible! When my husband comes, it just dribbles out of him. But with Ali, I could feel his hot sperm literally shooting into me. At the same time my body also once again came, when Ali filled me up with his pent-up passion juice. I came so hard I felt like someone let the air out of me. It fired with enough force and quantity, I could literally feel each forbidden jet hit my cervix and penetrate through my womb. "You said you... would pull out!" I gasped. Then I myself cried. "Oh, I can feel it, your coming inside me, oh no, oh no, not now, oh, feels so good. I'm coming, oh!" as my hips again involuntarily began to push hard against him. My cunt was pulsating as my body fought to ingest all of his love cream. The most intense orgasm I've ever had hit me as he continued to thrust and all I could do was grab his ass and pull him into me further. My entire conscience was focused on this pleasure between my legs now and I screamed with the greatest sexual experience of my life. Wave upon wave of ecstasy went through my body as I wrapped my legs around Ali and pulled him into me deeper. It was wonderful. I never wanted this to end and I wanted him to fuck me all night. He could feel his seed pouring out of me and down the crack of my ass as he kept spurting. I gripped him tightly with my vaginal muscles literally pumping him dry. I couldn't believe tmye was so much of it. As the waves subsided, I could feel the hot warmth of his load spreading out into the depths of my body, searching for my eggs. I just lay there for a moment in a dreamlike state marveling at the feeling of what was happening inside of me. I Allowed Him a Kiss When reality began to return, the fear of what I had done returned too. As I laid spread on the bed, this was a grudge fuck for Ali and he won me. I looked down between my spread out legs to see the shiny coating of his seed, as it clung to the shaft of his cock still partially inside of me. What had done? I began to cry. Ali noticed and looked deeply into my eyes as he continued to slowly pump his now shrinking tool. As he did, I could feel more of his cum oozing out of my swollen pussy. "You said you would pull out, you promised! What if you got me pregnant, I will commit suicide, if my husband knows that you imp regnant me!" I whimpered. His response shocked me, " Bhabi I'm sorry, and you looked and felt too good. I never imagined you would actually let me fuck you, its a dream come true for me, but Bhabi you didn't said you were fertile today in that case, you shouldn't call me today, well I just had to give you mine. Don't give way for negative thoughts, even if you got pregnant, I shall take care to get it aborted." I paused and looked at him. It all became perfectly clear. At least, I shouldn't call him today... At that point it didn't matter anymore. It was done. I could never explain this to my husband. I got aroused and let this young man fuck me and shoot his sperm in me, directly at my unprotected eggs! I must anticipate before and should have made protections before. There are fair amount of chance, my eggs were probably being fertilized at that very moment. Ali filled me with so much of his potent sperm; I knew I could be pregnant with his child. The fuck was fantastic. Yes, it was first time in my life since I'd been fucked by other than my husband. It certainly was better than most I had with my husband. The main issue was that it was different. It was wrong, wanton, illicit, done in the afternoon in my maternal bed with another man did it to me. And that made that fuck one of the most exciting and memorable I had ever experienced. As I thought about how crazy all of this was, I realized my legs were still wrapped around him and Ali was still gently thrusting his cock inside of me as he held me down. It really was a soothing feeling and even when he was soft, he was still larger than my husband. I looked up at him and realized my body was starting to respond again. He kissed me again very gently and began softly licking my nipples. To my surprise I could feel his member was beginning to get hard again. My husband had never been able to recover so fast. I knew I had to stop this time, just in case there was a chance it wasn't too late. I couldn't be so stupid to let him take me again! I let Ali fuck me once and now he was starting to do it again. But as he continued, I began to feel desire rose from my body once again, a guttural moan escaped my lips. I realized I couldn't stop him. I was still very turned on by what I had done. It felt too good. I was getting exactly what I needed and didn't ever want it to stop. My hips again began to meet each of his thrusts. He was thrusting in my overflowing cum filled cunt with hard thrusts accompanied by a squishing sound and cum oozing down my ass and over his balls. I almost screamed this time from this uncontrollable ecstasy I felt and came again as he banged into me. I was moaning and squirming in passion now, not crying but screaming, "Yes, Yes, do me harder, fuck me harder! Fuck me, do me, I wanted it! I wanted it so much! Keep fucking me!! Just a little more hard and I'll cum!" He released my hands and we began what turned out to be a very slow, even romantic fuck. We continued for a long time, as I blocked out all thought of everything except how wonderful his large cock felt pistoning in and out of my wet cunt. His big dick again filled me completely and was stretching my pussy to its limits, something I knew that my husband would never be able to do. I had no idea sex with another man could feel so good. As we fucked, I had several smaller orgasms that seemed to just run together. I lifted my head up and began to suck the nipples on his chest. After a while Ali panted, "I'm going to come again, should I pull out I Bhabi?" My response still surprises me to this day. As another orgasm built up inside me, I begged, "No, come inside me Ali, I want to feel it... again... come inside of me... please!" He smiled, kissed me, and picked up his rhythm. Before long he stiffened, and again I felt him shoot an incredible load of his sperm into me, as I pushed my cunt up to meet each thrust. I could feel each jet hitting my cervix again, which triggered another deep orgasm as it penetrated into my womb. When it hit me, I screamed and clawed at his back. It felt as if the whole world was whirling round; it was so wonderful. Even my nipples burned. It felt so wonderfully taboo to think I was letting another guy intentionally fuck me to his best. It was the ultimate betrayal of my husband and I had completely submitted to him in every way. I knew that this betrayal is what excited me and made my orgasm so intense. He collapsed on me; I was shaking and covered in sweat. Our breath was now out of control it was the ultimate moment for us as I looked with my dreamy eyes to Ali. As we got our breath back then Ali finally rolled off of me his softening cock slowly slide out from my red and swollen pussy, His cock was covered in our juices, and still stood up like a small flagpole. He moved off me and caressed my face, my breasts as I lay there. I lay there with two generous loads of sperm overflowing from the lips of my cunt. I slowly sat up on my elbows and looked down at how totally fucked I looked. My dresses were bunched up around the bed. My pussy was swollen and red and my pubic hair was matted and soaked with his cum. My breasts were red and covered with marks from his intense sucking. But what was really amazing was the river of cum that was oozing from my stretched out opening and pooling on the bed beneath me. I grabbed a pillow and put it under my bottom to help elevate my womb. I wanted to keep its warmth inside of me a little longer. I was so opened up as I lay there I wondered if I would ever be able to feel my husband's small cock inside of me again. Ali laughed and assured me it would be our secret. After about 20 minutes, I staggered to my feet and the cum just ran down the insides of my thighs as I walked. I had never seen anything like it. Ali fell asleep in the silence. I covered him with blanket. I knew I definitely need a break from this massive fucking session; I quietly stepped away and left him to bask in the pure intensity. So I jumped into the bathroom as my bladder was near to bursting. When I finished, I returned to see Ali resting on the bed, with his wonderfully cock lying peacefully across his stomach. I came out of the room. I could feel Ali's warm semen still leaking from my pussy. I kept asking myself how I could have let such a thing happen. I felt so naughty. I started fingering myself it made me so excited to think about it. I prepared some fresh juice passionately, so both of them will feel energetic. Still, Ali was in the bed only. With excitement, I went back to my room. Ali was sleeping with no fear, as if he was the master of the house. As I reach him, he finally woke up as the lay there in the darkness. He reached for me, took the juice and asked how I enjoyed the sex. I told him it was fine and now I don't feel anything bad at all in that. He seemed surprised and hugged me passionately and pressed me hard against his body and said, "Thanks Bhabi..." He then just snuggled up next to me and rubbed my tummy saying, "we will try again for one more time." "Yes, now we'll try it as you want," After some time Ali was once again on top of me. He continued to fuck me and in the process when he asked me, " may I fuck you from behind my sweet Bhabi? I replied, " You can do what way you want me." Ale pulled out of me he turned me around. He re-entered my pussy from behind and started to fuck me again. I loved it when he reached around and played with me and rock hard nipples. I felt so good as he slid into me from behind. He grabbed my hips and began to fuck me hard from behind. I looked back and smiled at him showing my appreciation and enjoyment. He could fuck me all day like this. It felt so good inside me. My juices covered him as he was sliding in and out of me. I loved the feeling of his hard cock as it slides in and out of my wet pussy. He would vary his pace going from long, slow strokes to short, hard strokes. I enjoyed the variety. He pushed his thumb deep inside my ass as he fucked me. My body jumped slightly as it slid in. "Ohh." I moaned as he began to work it in and out of my pussy. He started to finger my asshole, which was certain still virgin. Butt fucking is my favorite fantasy but I've never get up the opportunity as my husband never asked for it in life. I liked much the double penetration with cock in pussy and finger in my ass. Ali grabbed my head and pumped me moaning he was getting close to cumming. It was not long before he felt himself thrust one last time and grip my hair tightly. This was too much and he pumped hard and fast getting deeper and deeper inside me. Ali felt the tightness in his balls as he pounded me. He couldn't hold off any longer. "I'm coming Rukhsana Bhabi, where should I come?" he shouted. "Come in me Ali, you're deserving to come in me now my tiger." I replied. He shot his load all in my pussy Spurt after spurt. His milky white fluid filled me. He collapsed on me as I was still on my knees on bed. He rolled off of me and lay on the bed next to me. Both our bodies were hot and sweaty. Ali had fucked me four times in a single day. It was really intense. I had always wandered how a married woman could have an affair. How could they betray their husbands in so shameful a way? Now, I understood. I caressed his face, ran my fingers in his hairs and pulled him up to lick his face. Ali was doing all this like an expert and was enjoying every bit of the proceedings. I drew him over me and looked into his eyes, so that his face was only a breath away from mys. Then I whispered him not to disclose this to anyone, as that will ruin both his and my lives totally. Ali told me that he was not a fool and that if I will give him similar attentions in future, then he will be more than happy. I Bhabi promised to do so and revealed that I had never enjoyed fucking of this standard ever before in my life and that I want to experience it again and again. We hugged and kissed each other, in a more relaxed mood and went off to sleep in each other's arms. Surely, it's an experience for me of lifetime. We talked about the experience and joked about when we were going to meet up again. It was nearing noon and Ali needed to be go back. So we continued to talk as he dressed and readied to leave. He kissed me goodbye and walked back to his home. We talked and have decided we will meet soon. Now we can't wait! Then we planed properly for the next visit and enjoyed seeking pleasure from each other. Whenever my husband and my children were away, I would call his mobile and would ask him to come to my place. Ali used to come to my house, directly in to my bedroom and ready for action. His lessons were so great. The next month I missed my periods. Yes! I was pregnant. I was going to be a mother at the age of 38. I was sure Ali will love this but I need to abort it. I can't keep his child in my womb. Already I was mother of three young. Moreover my husband will surely come to know about our affair. So I decided to get it aborted. Ali took me to a doctor and secretly aborted the fetus. But still, I am continuing my sexual relationship with Ali. This has happened just before a year and since then we have been meeting secretly. We did it again and again over when, as our lust appeared insatiable. Thereafter we started making love frequently. Our sexual encounter has become so wild that I have almost become heartily lover of his big rigged cock. Both Ali's family as well as my husband, does not know of our sexual relationship and I continue my intense sex life with him. We have tried many variations and of late Ali enjoys fucking my anus. We enjoy each other with our full vigor. No body ever knew what is happening between us, and whenever we do get moments of privacy, we fully encase us by making love and we do still cherish our first intercourse.