9 comments/ 17811 views/ 0 favorites My Memoirs Ch. 01 By: Krystal_Diva My real name is Aisha Khan. I used Aisha as my first name. I am a British born Pakistani. I have decided to write a series of writings taken from my personal Memoirs. I am now 28. I have experienced and live through what many consider only happens in the movies. This is my life that I want to share with you all. My story is based on true event,s only the names of people and the locations have been changed. I met my husband when I was 18. We dated for two years and then got married. All was well in my life. I left University after my 1st year so didn't complete my studies. I was working in a small office and wanted a change. I saw an advert in the local paper for a receptionist at a local estate agents. I decided to apply. I was interviewed by a woman who seemed lovely. We got on well and it came as no surprise when I got the call later that day that I had got the job. I started on Monday 8th March 2004. And so my story begins.... Monday 8th March 2004 I got in to my new work place at 8.35 even though I was not due to start work until 9. I wanted to make a good impression. My first day passed without any real problems. I made a couple of nice friends and was happy with my decision to start work there. Thursday 11th March 2004 I first met Aftab on my fourth day of work. He walked in on his mobile phone and gave a quick nod as he walked off. 10 minutes later I was asked to go see Aftab in his office. I walked in and he was on his phone, he gave me a quick glance and motioned me to come in and sit down in front of his desk. 'Sorry about that' he said after hanging up the phone. 'So you are the new receptionist?' He smiled. Aftab was running the company. He was 'The Boss' as everyone used to refer to him. 'Yeah' I replied in a soft, nervous tone. 'Good. I hope you are much better than the last one, I'm sure you are' he said. He asked me a few question about me. What I did in my last job, what I expected from this job etc. It was a pleasant chat and after a few minutes I felt at ease. He was nice. After that, I went back to work. At 11.25 the phone rang. 'Aisha, hi. It's Aftab. Can you come in and see me'. He gave me a few things to do, namely photocopying and drafted letters. He was polite about it as he asked me if I was okay doing it. The rest of the day passed by. Friday 12th March 2004 I got to work early again. I sat to have a coffee in the canteen. After a few minutes later Aftab walked in on his mobile phone again. He smiled and went to get his drink. He returned and sat on my table. 'Morning' he said. 'Good Morning' 'Thanks for yesterday, Aisha. You helped me out a lot.' 'It's okay, it wasn't a problem' 'I have a proposal for you. I need someone to do that stuff...would you be interested?' He asked. 'erm...Yeah, I don't mind helping out.' I replied. 'Great. I will be out of the office all day today. Come and see me Monday morning' he said. Monday 15th March I went in to work and saw that Aftab was already there. 'Hey, morning' He said with a big smile on his face. 'Come with me' I followed him into his office where I noticed another desk and chair which wasn't there the week before. 'Right first of all here is your new contract' he said handing me a folder. 'Read it and sign it if you are happy with it.' I glanced at it. My job title was now Personal assistant and I noticed a rise in my wages. It looked good but I said I should ask my husband to go through it with me. 'No problems' he smiled. 'Just bring it in in the morning'. I went home and showed it to my husband. Now, he was always very busy with work. He owned a security business and that took up alot of his time. He regularly worked sixteen hours a day. I gave him the contract and he did'not even look at it. 'Looks fine, gotta go, love you.' And with that he was out the door. I sat down and read the contract. It looked fine to me. So I signed it. The next day I took it in to work and handed it to Aftab. 'Hubby happy with it?', he asked. 'Yeah, everything is fine.', I replied. And so I started work as a P.A. To be honest I didn't know what the role consisted of but after a while I realized it was nothing I couldn't handle. Most of it was paper work. I worked in Aftab's office, where my desk was. We had a good working relationship. Weeks went by and I started to find myself really enjoying work. I would set up meetings and ensure paperwork was in tact. Aftab wasn't in the office most days so I felt like it was my office and because we were so busy the days flew by. I was happy. Thursday 15th July (Evening) My phone went off. A Text message read 'Hi, forgot to mention, raising money for a local charity. Wear something Red tomorrow and bring in a pound. Thanks. Aftab' I didn't think anything of it. I certainly didn't give Aftab my mobile number but didn't think twice about it. I picked out a red blouse to wear with my black pencil skirt. Friday 16th July I got to work and sure enough the place was lit with everyone wearing red. I started working after a while Aftab walked in wearing a red shirt. 'Hi. Hope you didn't mind the text last night. I forgot to mention this little thing we do now and then for charity. I didn't want you to feel left out.' 'No, it's fine. I think we should wear Red everyday.' I joked. Aftab looked at me, up and down and said ' Well, I certainly wouldn't mind seeing you in red everyday. Red looks great on you.' 'Thanks.' I said in a shy tone. 'Listen, we are celebrating selling a big property in London and having a few drinks tonight. Fancy coming?' 'Erm...I'm not sure...what time my..' 'It will not be too late, just a couple of hours and of course you can run it by your husband.' he interrupted. 'Let me know by the end of the day.' On my lunch break I called home and told my husband about the drinks. He said it was fine as he was working all night anyway. I told Aftab I was able to come. We met at a bar called Bar code right after work. There was about nine of us. We sat, talked, drank and I got to know people better. Aftab was just like us. He wasn't 'the boss' here. He was witty and intelligent. By about 8.30 the nine had become three. Myself, Aftab and colleague. 'I better get going.', she said. 'Thanks for the drinks Aftab. And it was nice meeting you.', she said to me. She left and I said ' Well, I better get myself home.' 'Ah, Hubby waiting for you?' Said Aftab. 'No, he is working all night.' 'So what's the rush then? Come on couple of more drinks.......Please?.' 'Erm..okay, just a couple.' We sat and talked. He asked about me, my life and seemed very interested in what I was saying. He told me abit about him, his family and life in general. It was nice. I looked at my watch and was surprised to see it was gone past ten. 'Oh, I better get going Aftab. It's past ten o clock.' 'Why? You going to turn into a pumpkin or something?' He joked. 'No, but it's getting late..' 'Well, you going home to a empty house, right?' 'Well, yeah but...' 'But nothing.', he interrupted. 'It will still be there in half an hour or so. Please?' So we stayed. We drank more, we talked more, we laughed alot. He told me some funny stories. It was nice. After a while he said. 'You know what? Red really does suit you. You look ever so nice.' 'Thanks Aftab.' I felt something in the pit of my stomach. Something strange. It felt nice. 'I think you are very attractive, Aisha. So what is a girl like you doing working for us?' I told him. I told about how I didn't really need to work. My husband was making enough money for us but I wanted to work for myself and besides it kept me busy. I looked at my watch again. It was 12.15. Had I really been there for 6 hours? 'God, I had really better be going now.' 'Really? I mean its...' 'No, no Aftab. I better go now. It's been nice.' I got up to put my coat on. 'How you getting home?' asked Aftab. 'I'll get a taxi.' 'No, you won't. I'll drop you off.' 'You can't drive after all that drink.' 'Okay, we will get a taxi.' We climbed in a taxi and Aftab gave the taxi driver our work address. 'Just got to pick up some stuff.', he said to me. We got to our work place.'You better come in with me. I'm not sure how long it will be.', said Aftab and paid the taxi man. We walked into the office. He started looking around on his desk and picked up a folder. 'Big sale we made here.', he said lifting up the folder. 'I'm so proud. We need to celebrate.' He disappeared before I could say anything and returned with a bottle of wine and two glasses. 'Where is that from?' I asked. 'My secret stash!', he laughed. 'Just one drink....Please?' 'Okay, okay..' After a while he said 'Aisha. Have you ever tried any modeling?' 'No. Why would I? Well, you have the looks, the body, everything really.' 'Stop taking the piss!' I said, throwing a pen at him. 'I'm being serious. And that Red blouse looks great on you. But it doesn't really do you justice.' 'What do you mean?' 'Well, ....how do I say this without it sounding perverted...You have a great body and some wonderful curves....but that blouse, although it looks amazing, doesn't highlight them as well as some of your other tops. 'My other tops?' My stomach tightened. It was a lovely feeling. I could feel my breathing getting heavier. 'Yeah, like that blue top you wore on Tuesday. That highlighted your curves exceptionally well. You looked dead Sexy in it if I'm honest. What dress size are you?' 'Oh, thanks. I'm a size 8 - 10.' I said looking at my glass of wine. I tried to say it in a matter of fact kind of way. 'Are you okay?', he asked. 'Yeah. 'I didn't mean to offend you..' 'No, no, you haven't.' 'I thought I was being nice telling you how attractive you are.' 'No, it is nice. I'm fine, really.' He walked over to me as I sat in my chair at my desk. I sat on my desk facing me. 'I'm not saying this top doesn't suit you.', he said standing right in front of me, holding his glass of wine in his left hand. 'Maybe, it would look better if you just undid the top button.' As he said that he reached down and undid my top button with his right hand. I froze, I looked down to the side at the floor and the electricity I felt inside me was something that I never felt before. 'That is better.', he said, leaning back, looking at my top. 'You see how it makes it fit more naturally around here.', he ran his fingertips along the side of my left breast. I could not believe I was letting my boss touch my breasts. Aftab leaned back again and started sipping his wine. 'Aisha, you have such a sexy body. I mean, sometimes I just watch you move and it's amazing. Is it wrong that I want you to wear tight tops from now on to work?' I didn't know what to say. I was shocked by what he was saying but even more shocked that I was still sitting there. Why didn't I stop him? Why didn't I get up to leave? Why was I still there? I was thinking those same question right at that very moment. He reached over with his right hand and lifted my chin away from the floor so that I was looking right at him. 'Is that okay, babe?', he asked. I nodded. What?! What was I doing?! What was I thinking?! Did I really just agree to wear tight tops to work for him? 'You promise, babe? Starting Monday? Do you have any tight tops?' I nodded again. I could not believe it. I could feel my heart beating so fast I'm surprised he didn't hear it. 'Are you going to wear them for me, babe?, he asked. 'Yes.' I felt amazing. His mobile rang. 'I better answer this.' It gave me time to gather myself. 'I really better be going Aftab.' 'Okay. I'll call you a cab. But your okay, right?' 'Yeah, yeah I'm fine.' 'I have had a lovely time with you. You are amazing.', he said. He called me a cab and I got home about 1.50 in the morning. All the way in the cab I could feel a sharp but amazing feeling in the pit of my stomach. I walked in and got ready for bed. As I climbed into bed my phone went off. It was a text message. It was Aftab. 'Are you thinking about me?', it read. Again, without knowing I was doing it, I replied. 'Maybe.' Maybe? Maybe? Of course I was! A minute later came his reply. 'Aisha, I can't stop thinking about you. You are so sexy. Please, please will you stick to our deal about the tight tops?' I texted him back ' Why do you want me to wear tight tops?' I knew it was a stupid question and I knew the answer but wanted to read his answer. Back came his reply. 'Because you have a fantastic pair of tits on you. I thought that the day I first saw you. You are so slim but I noticed straight away you had some amazing tits on you.' Can I ask you a question, Aisha?' 'Sure.' I texted back. 'Do you promise to stick to our agreement? Please?' 'Yes I do.' I wrote back, not even thinking. 'Thanks. I can't wait.Good night' he texted. Seriously, what was I doing? I lay there thinking the same thing. Why did I agree to that? Why am I still thinking about when he undid my top button? As I asked these questions I felt myself caressing my breasts, and then running my hand down my stomach, and into my knickers. Why was I so wet? I played with myself for a few minutes until I couldn't take anymore. I got up walked over to my dresser and pulled out my hairbrush. I lay back in bed and ran the handle down my stomach until I reached my knickers. I pulled my knickers to one side and teased my pussy with the handle of my hairbrush. I thought of Aftab as I slowly pushed the handle inside me. I had not masturbated for a while but this felt amazing. I imagined Aftab on top of me as I pushed my hairbrush deep inside me. I gasped as I started to build up some momentum with my hairbrush. I was so wet I hear hear my juices as I pushed and pulled my hairbrush in and out of my wet pussy. I could feel my legs starting to tremble as I felt my orgasm starting to build. Harder and faster I fucked myself, thinking of Aftab slamming into me. I could feel I was really close to cumming, I put my left hand under my nightie and squeezed my right nipple as hard as I could. That was it, the pain of that jolted a sensation deep inside me and I started to cum, harder than I have ever before. I slammed my hairbrush deep inside me as came hard, making me squirm and tremble. Wow. That was amazing as I lay there, breathless and fell into a deep sleep.... To be continued.... My Memoirs Ch. 02 Saturday 17th July I woke up feeling happy. I smiled to myself, thinking of the night before. The feeling of excitement, the thrill, the emotion. I remembered what I did last night to myself and smiled again. I stretched and turned my head to the left, and saw a photo of me and my husband on my bedside cabinet...then it hit me. What was I doing? I am married. I love my husband. The guilt really set in. How could I have done what I did last night? I sat up in bed and put my head in my hands. I couldn't believe it. I started replaying the events of the night before and wished it was dream but I knew it wasn't. I felt terrible. I looked at my phone. No messages or missed calls. Good, I thought. Maybe it wasn't as bad as I remember. But that was the problem. I didn't remember last night to be bad at all. It was nice. It was amazing. Part of me wished I could relive it again , the other part of me wished I had never lived it at all. Confused? So was I. I looked at the time. 6.53. Hubby wasn't due back till 8. I then started thinking whether Aftab regretted it. That made me feel worse. What if he was just drunk and didn't find me attractive at all? But surely that was a good thing then? Why was I bothered about that? I just didn't get it. I didn't know what or how I was feeling. Did I fancy Aftab? Well, sure, he was good looking, intelligent, and successful, but did I really fancy him? I never even looked at another man since I got with my husband. I just couldn't make sense of it. As I sat there, going through things in my head, I remembered the 'Deal' we had made. The tight tops. What was that about? I remembered his hand touching my left breast. I could visualize it. I remembered the feeling of my heart pounding so hard. I remembered how I was feeling at the time. I remembered leaning ever so slightly forward as his hand trailed my left breast. All of a sudden, those feelings came rushing back to me. I could feel the same sensation in the pit of my stomach as I did last night. I pulled my legs up and ran my fingers up and down my bare legs, my nightie gathering on my stomach. I found myself in a complete state of arousal. I could feel my pussy getting wet as I slowly parted my legs as I let my hand slide down my right leg until it reached my pussy. I was wearing no knickers, which was usual for me. Then I remembered using my hairbrush, I looked around for it but couldn't find it. I closed my legs with my hand still between them and squeezed them together, as I did this I slipped my middle finger inside my wet pussy. I knew what my pussy wanted. It wanted the hairbrush again but I couldn't find it. I slipped in a second finger into my pussy and started to fuck myself, hard. I was never one to make love. When I first met my hubby I was a bit of a wild child. I remember the wild sex we used to have, behind buildings at night. But not anymore. I missed that. I lay there in bed wondering what Aftab would say if he knew what I was doing right now. With his P.A, lying in her bed that she shares with her husband, masturbating, thinking of him. I started pushing my fingers in deeper, opening my legs to allow my fingers to penetrate me deeper. I felt amazing , I felt...dirty. I liked it. I arched my hips forward and lowered my back to help my fingers get even deeper. I could feel myself losing control. I wanted to be fucked. By Aftab. I wanted him there, dying to fuck me. I wanted him to be all over me. I wanted him to be inside me. As I thought of these things I could feel my orgasm growing deep inside me. I knew I would cum any second now, so I pushed a third finger inside my soaking wet pussy, hard and fast. I was fucking myself so hard and could see my breasts moving up and down with my body movement. I could feel I was close. The closer I got the more vivid the thoughts in my head became. I imagined Aftab pulling out of me and cumming all over my stomach. That was it, my legs stiffed up and I started to cum. My body shook as I enjoyed the sensation of making myself cum, i closed my eyes and imagined Aftab watching me. I came harder than the night before. I lay there, with my fingers deep inside my still as I recovered. I pulled out my fingers and as my heart beat slowly became normal I felt a slight guilt again. I closed my eyes and rolled over to my left side. What was happening to me? After a short while I got up and showered and decided to put everything out my mind. I got on with the rest of the day best I could. Sunday 18th July As the day wore on I became more and more nervous about the next day. I kept checking my phone for a text or anything from Aftab. Part of me wanted a text from him saying he was joking about the tight tops, part of me wanted a text saying he couldn't wait to see me in my tight top and the rest of me didn't want to hear from him at all. I didn't know what or how I was feeling. At about 8.30 I went upstairs and looked at my clothes. I picked out 3 tops. All three were old tops that I had not worn in years. The first was a yellow top, it was short and exposed the bottom of my stomach, showing my belly button. It was tight around my breasts and was a round neck, quite high up. The second was a baby blue color that had frills on the shoulders. This was longer, with a high v - neck. It was more of a jumper but was tight enough to display my breasts well. The last, was a cotton top, was the tightest of the three. So much so, it clearly showed the outline of my bra and stretched around my breasts tight. I put all three back in drawer. I still couldn't believe I actually tried them on. As the night grew nearer I didn't know what to do. I sat downstairs thinking of what I should do. "You alright." Said my husband, interrupting my train of thought. "Yeah, I'm fine, why?" "You seem distracted, anything wrong?" Distracted he said. He hardly notices me but he notices me when I want to be left alone. "No, I'm okay, just got a headache, think I'll go to bed." I walked upstairs and got ready for bed. What was I going to do in the morning? As I walked across the bedroom I saw my hairbrush sticking out from under the bed. I picked it up and placed it in my drawer. I got into bed. My head was a mess. I could not make sense of anything. I turned one way then the other. I could not settle. I imagined walking in to work with one of my tight tops and Aftab staring at my breasts. It excited me. The thought of Aftab looking at me was exciting. The thought of Aftab wanting me was exciting. I could feel myself becoming aroused again. What was happening to me? I had gone months without masturbating and here I was wanting to touch myself for the third time in 3 days. I closed my eyes as felt my right hand touching and fondling my right breast. The silk material of my nightie felt nice against my erect nipple. I squeezed my nipple hard, as it shot a jolt of pain and pleasure through my body. I did the same to my other nipple. I could feel my breathing getting heavier. I wanted to be taken. So badly. I wanted Aftab to be kissing me, touching me, exploring my body. I wanted him in my bed. I wanted him to touch my breasts, fondle them. As I thought these thoughts, I reached down and played with my clitoris with my middle finger. I could feel my pussy getting wetter and wetter, my breathing getting deeper and deeper. I got up and got my hairbrush again, I walked over to my bed and climbed on. Then I lifted myself onto my knees and held the hairbrush on top of the bed. I pulled my thong to one side. I looked across and saw myself in the mirror that was hanging on the wall. The main light was off but a bed side lamp showed my face, my full lips and my long hair falling over my breasts. I pouted my lips, almost naturally as I lowered myself down until I couldn't see myself in the mirror anymore, I felt the handle of my hairbrush and rubbed in slightly along my pussy lips. I could hear the sound from the TV downstairs as I lowered myself quick and hard, pushing my hairbrush into my pussy. I was not in the mood to make love. I never was. I wanted to be taken. I rode my hairbrush imagining I was riding Aftab. I could feel my hair brushing on my back, smoothly gliding up and down my back as I bounced up and down on my hairbrush. I couldn't go full throttle as I didn't want my husband to hear, but that just added to my excitement. How would my husband feel his wife was upstairs fucking herself with her hairbrush thinking of another man? I bounced on my hairbrush and could feel my orgasm building up nicely. I imagined Aftab in our bed pleasuring me as My hubby watched TV downstairs, not knowing another man was making his wife feel so good. As I fucked my hairbrush deeper and deeper I reached out with my free left hand and grabbed onto the bed sheets in front of me. I moved my hips back and forth as well as up and down. I looked down and saw the left shoulder strap of my nightie had fallen off my shoulder and was exposing half of my left breast. I could feel my full breasts swaying with the movement of my body, bouncing up and down. The deeper I fucked myself, the nastier my thoughts became. I started thinking of Aftab taking me telling me "What your husband doesn't know right now is that another man is inside his wife, fucking her, using her, pleasuring her..", as he fucked me from behind. I was so close to cumming, I decided to go for it, I knew it would only take a few full throttle bounces so I closed my eyes and bounced hard and fast onto my hairbrush. I could hear the head board behind me banging against the wall and as I thought, within a couple of seconds my body tensed up as I started to cum, my body shook more than the time before as it was free standing and not against the bed. I gasped and pulled on the bed sheets hard as I enjoyed another fantastic orgasm. I fell into a heap on my bed, closed my eyes and fell asleep feeling , warm , fulfilled and relaxed...... To be continued...