My name is Mikayel Tanoli; I am 39, married with children and working in a bank. I live in Karachi (Pakistan) in a very middle class neighbourhood in a very ‘middle class’ way.

One October afternoon for no particular reason, I stopped off at my friend Rafi’s house.

Rafi was out playing golf but his wife Sidra, insisted that I have some tea with her and a little ‘chubshup’ (gossip).

Rafi is ten years my senior, a successful businessman married to Sidra (44 years of age) with two children studying abroad and a third one attending college in Lahore.

Rafi and Sidra are upper class and very rich (Old money). In fact my friendship with them is more the result of old family ties then social interaction. I certainly cannot afford the lifestyle they enjoy.

Sidra may be the mother of grown children and older then I but, she had maintained her looks and figure; something she is quite proud of.

Men look when she passes by. Even young men old enough to be her sons look. Why not? She might be in her forties but she can put any ‘18 year old, tight assed, perky breasted cock tease’ to shame.

I admit that I also have fantasies about giving her a quick, hard fuck. Naturally I do nothing about them. Why are they always ‘quick’, guilt perhaps? We sometimes have a little flirtatious conversation but all very harmless and playful.

Sidra is about 5ft 4 inches tall with the perfect weight for a woman her height. Her figure though is sultry. All the curves and bumps where they ought to be and a very graceful way of walking. Just with enough sex appeal to tease but not appear cheap or easy.

Her eyes are greyish blue with long, dark eyelashes and a mischievous twinkle. I have always found them hypnotic and unnervingly assumed that they could read the sex filled thoughts that sometimes race through my mind when I see her.

Her one flaw is her nose, too small for her face but not unattractive. Her lips are full and her oval face always has a healthy, radiant glow. She has the fair complexion common to northern Punjabi mountain people.

She has a quirk about her hair. She will from time to time dye it, streak it, perm it, or tie it up in some insane collection of beads and ribbons but she will never cut it shorter then waist length. Why this is I have no idea.

This particular day she had it tied up in a playful sporty looking ponytail.

We sat together on the very comfortable sofa in their family room (we are that informal) chatting and making small jokes when the realization struck me; we were flirting with each other.

It had just happened like that. The small talk and ‘warm’ jokes had moved in a gentle direction until it started to heat up. I had not planned it but something in Sidra’s eyes told me that she was very eager for it to continue.

So I continued flirting, feeling the tension build as Sidra adjusted her position on the sofa beside me so that she was tantalizing closer to me now.

After a few minutes of this steadily growing ‘warmer’ chat, Sidra stood up and left the room.

I assumed that she had to ‘powder-her-nose’ and the image of her slender fingers washing her pussy clean with the Muslim shower (small telephone bidet) after a piss, made my cock stand ramrod straight.

My wife and I have regular sex. Twice a week, if her periods allowed it; the adventure though has gone out of it. Like most married couples, we now do it almost mechanically.

The sudden image of Sidra’s pussy bald or hairy made me sweat. When she came back into the room she looked at me twice and asked if I was ok.

‘You look very flushed Mittu,” (my nickname) She said sitting beside me and starting to fuss with cushions in order to get comfortable.

Her fussing wafted her perfume scent in my direction and gave me teasing glimpses of ripe cleavage from her low cut Kamiz blouse.

She caught me looking at her breasts, as a white lacy bra cup and came into view, gently but firmly caressing the light tan flesh of a full, very tempting breast.

‘Mittu, you’re staring at my tits’ she said with a smile.

‘Sorry’ I said my eyes moving to meet hers in embarrassment as I felt my face turn red.

‘Don’t be sorry. Be forceful’ she whispered leaning in close and kissing me softly on the lips.

She moved back watching my face for a reaction

I just sat there, with my lips slightly parted savouring the taste of her toothpaste and lipstick flavoured mouth.

My stomach churned nervously as I reached my hands up to hold her shoulders and press my mouth back onto hers.

My head was spinning as I tasted her spit and tongue invading my mouth. My wife hadn’t kissed me this way since before our marriage. (Usually as far as I got, maybe a hand job for quick relief but no fucking before the wedding.)

‘Be forceful’ her words stuck in my mind and I acted on them.

I pulled her against me as I leaned back on the sofa and slid my body slightly down off the sofa to straighten my legs.

My mouth was glued to hers; we shared our breath and tongues like horny teenagers about to fuck. I loved the taste of her mouth, the smell of her perfume and the feel of her breasts against my chest as I embraced her.

The ‘Fuck’ word exploded in my head.

That beautiful sensuous thought, emotion, and hunger invaded my mind and soul. I wanted her badly.

My balls ached with a week’s load of spunk and my cock throbbed dangerously in my pants. I could almost see the pre-cum dampening my briefs and could almost swear that like it or not, I was going to lose it; dumping a sticky load into my briefs wastefully.

She was feeling me now. Stroking, squeezing, and rubbing my hard manhood with her small, slender fingered hand.

I savaged her breasts, venting some of the building tension with a hard squeeze of her tits.

She responded with a low growl of pleasure as we continued to kiss passionately.

‘Yes!” She moaned “Be forceful. Make me!”

I kissed her hard as I struggled to unbuckle my belt and unbutton my trousers. Then breaking the kiss leaving us both panting and gasping for air I said in a low sexually charged voice ’suck my Lund Sidra. Suck me dry’

I eased her willing head down to my groin and she soon had my zipper down and my shaft, just the throbbing man-column free of my briefs and was soon licking the swollen head of my cocks piss slit.

“Suck baby Suck” I growled hotly and soon found my cock head engulfed in her hot wet sucking mouth.

I slide down further on the sofa humping my ass up and fucking her mouth with gasps of pure pleasure. She was amazing; a hot liquid vacuum cleaner sucking hungrily on my cock, demanding the spunk in my balls with each deep suck.

I had a hand on her head pressing gently down, unnecessarily on her head as it eagerly bobbed up and down.

My other hand followed my sight down her back to the small rise of her firm buttocks just in reach of my hand.

I slapped her ass playfully getting a surprised cry from her as I felt her ass through her thin clothing.

Unsatisfied with this barrier to ’skin-on-skin’ contact, I pulled her Kamiz hem up and forced my hand under the elastic waist band of her shalwars (trousers) to feel her damp warm ass.

I pressed my fingers at the top of her butt crack and teased the sweaty gap as far as I could stretch and reach my fingers in that position.

At first I thought she had no panties on but contact with a thread told me that she was in a thong. Black, maybe white but damp with sweet and soaked, I thought, with pussy juice.

The images and fantasies erupted in quick succession in my mind as I let the climax in my balls loose.

I felt her recoil slightly but quickly recover as the first thick heavy loads of seed barrelled up my shaft to hit the back of her mouth. She held on tightly sucking feverishly on my prick almost desperate to suck the last drops up from my tight balls.

I imagined a tall milk shake with her sucking at the last drops of thick frothy milk at the bottom of the glass through a straw, a look of total pleasure on her face.

Then I sat back panting, sweating and savouring the after glow of the first blow job I had not paid for in years. In fact as I drifted on a cloud of post-cum bliss, I realized that my wife had never sucked me off.

Blow jobs had been part of my horny college life. Pleaded and coaxed out of reluctant dates or paid for off factory / domestic servant girls.

‘Wow’ Sidra said sitting up and lying down against me, her hand still on my cock but now pushing down to handle my balls.

‘That tasted hot, sweet, and very delicious.” Sidra said softly.

I still had my hand down the back of her shalwars with my fingers teasing the sweaty crack of her ass. I looked at my hand hidden under the shalwar and stroked her crack a bit harder.

With a sigh and obvious reluctance, she pulled her hand off my balls; pulled my briefs up and said ‘zip-it. Rafi will be home any minute”

She left the room and her words proved true. She had just returned to the family room, sitting this time in an armchair opposite me as Rafi breezed in followed by his driver with Rafi’s golf clubs slung from the driver’s shoulder.

Lucky I was not buck naked slamming my meat into Sidra!

Time passed and things went along more or less the same as before.

Sidra and I met from time to time, always in public and, acted as if nothing had happened. I was cautiously trying to get ‘closer’ without making anyone suspicious. Another chance for sex might turn up at any moment.

Sidra would give me sly looks filled with heat and mischief when she thought no one was looking. I was sure she was willing to continue an affair but opportunities seemed rare.

Wealth has disadvantages. Just like noisy neighbours there are servants who see and hear too much and gossip too freely. That Wednesday had by sheer luck been the cook and house maid’s day off and the driver had gone with Rafi to the golf course.

The chance finally came at a risky place and at a risky time, a wedding ceremony to which we were both invited.

Like most South Asian weddings, it was a large gathering with everyone milling around catching up with old friends and relatives. It was also taking place at a five star hotel where there seemed to be another equally well attended wedding going on.

Rafi and Sidra mingled as my wife and I did.

I suddenly became aware of Sidra beside me, joining me in making small talk with some aged lady. I felt her press something into my hand as we stood side by side and taking my leave moved off to see what it was.

It was a small note, with the words ‘Room 424 in 5 min’, written on it.

I looked around casually trying to see where Sidra, my wife, and Rafi were. The latter two were busy surrounded by two groups of guests chatting away. Sidra was not to be seen.

I slowly moved to the exit and quickly took the lift to the fourth floor.

Room 424 was easy enough to find and with my heart beating quickly, I knocked on the door.

Sidra opened it and pulled me quickly inside. We kissed passionately in the small passage that led from the door, past the bathroom to the bedroom.

Sidra was a great kisser. Her tongue danced over mine as her lips pressed hard and demandingly on my open mouth.

I embraced her hard, pulling her close and letting my hands wander all over her back and butt, squeezing and stroking as the mood took me.

Sidra was as demanding as me. One of her hands was already between us, pulling on my erect cock with obvious pleasure. As the other mussed with my hair and pulled it hard so she could attack my neck as my head went up and back.

She licked and sucked on my neck like she was about to bite it vampire-like. She didn’t but resumed her hot French kissing of me.

“Quickly” She said panting as she looked deep into my eyes and worked on my belt and zipper “fuck me before they notice we are gone.”

She went into the bedroom and bent forward across the bed, her ass shaking at me invitingly as she said “this is the best way under the circumstances.”

The formal shalwar-Kamiz Suit she wore and all the jewellery she had on made things tricky but not impossible. Certainly, being taken like a bitch from behind was the best way to prevent messing her clothing and hair up. It was a nice reminder of pre-marriage days.

I moved behind her and remembering her previous order to be ‘forceful’, I gave her ass a hard slap across each buttock.

“Ohhh!” She gasped ‘I like that”

I flipped the hem of her Kamiz up over her back and tugged her shalwars and black panties down together to her ankles. She stepped out of them and then braced herself with her legs parted for my assault.

Tugging on my now free cock, I used my fingers on her pussy slit to ‘heat-her-up’. Playing my finger-tips along the wet slit of her pussy and even teasing her butt hole a little.

My finger tips probed and poked at her cunt hole testing the wetness and tightness there.

She was hot! I mean very hot, wet, and loose but not too loose. She moved her ass around teasing me, and looking back at me with smouldering eyes said “Enough teasing. Put that pole in me”

I wasted no time in guiding the throbbing swollen head of my prick to her gapping wet entrance and then, having lodge it at the wet lips of her cunt, I took hold of her hips with both hands and slammed into her with a single savage thrust. My teeth clenched to stifle my groan of pure pleasure as she gave a shocked half silent gasp.

My balls slapped against the sparse hair on her pussy as I stuck my Lund into her fully.

I held her hips tight pulling her back as she seemed to topple forward. My invasion had stunned her and she was resting on her head, elbows and hands on the bed as her legs shuddered and I started to fuck her with short fast strokes.

“Ooooooooooh!” She groaned getting wetter and hotter with each stab of my Lund into her pussy.

I was snorting and panting through clenched teeth, aware of the feel of sweat streaming down my back, chest, and thighs. Grateful that the room air-conditioning was on and that the vest I wore would stop my shirt sticking to my skin. That would be hard to explain.

I reached up and wiped the sweat from my forehead and eyes and looked down at the point of action. I watched my cock pump in and out of her slopping slit noting the wetness she was showing and wondering if she was Cumming or about to. Then I studied her ass, all glistening with sweat and her butt-hole twitching as I shafted her.

“Mittu! Oh Mittu! I am almost there, don’t stop” She moaned

I could feel my own cum boiling to explode and struggled to hold back until she had climaxed. With relief and satisfaction, I heard her gasp “Yes!” and felt her choot spasm and get wet, hot, and tight as she came. I too shot my spunk up and out into her.

Twenty minutes later, I was back in the banqueting hall, sipping a coke-cola and trying to look bored.

I saw Sidra enter ten minutes after me looking elegant but tired as she flashed me a wicked smile and disappeared among the guests.

That night, my wife was ‘in-the-mood’. Since Sidra had ‘taken-the-edge’ off my heat I was able to give her, a long slow screw to both our satisfaction, and fell asleep drained but happy.

It was a week before I could do more then phone Sidra.

It was a tension filled week because having ‘tasted-forbidden-fruit’ of adultery, my mind and body longed for another bite.

It was with therefore rather a pleasant surprise to come home one evening and find Sidra and Rafi sitting in my TV lounge chatting in a relaxed manner with my wife and in-laws. I joined them all for tea and chatted easily with everyone when needed.

To my surprise, Rafi announced that he would take us all out to the BBQ for a ‘good desi (south Asian) dinner’.

My wife and in-laws accepted the invitation but something in the way Sidra looked at me told me to decline.

There was a general murmur of unhappiness which Sidra put to an end by stating that she felt a migraine coming on and would prefer to go home.

Taking the bait, I offered to drive Sidra home and let everyone head off to the BBQ.

Rafi was all for it and so it seemed were everyone else.

I took a quick shower and changed into a pair of jeans and t-shirt with sandals. I decided to go ‘commando’ (without underwear) because well, it made me feel erotic.

While I then sat with Rafi and Sidra, my wife and in-laws got ready.

There was a moment of confusion over what to do with the kids but in the end, I backed their demand to be taken along and soon found myself alone with Sidra in my house.

Almost as they all left the drive way, I had Sidra in my arms, kissing her and squeezing her tits, ass and thighs.

We moved quickly to the sofa. She lifted her butt to allow me to pull her panties and shalwars off and then pulled her own Kamiz over her head and lay back in only her white half cup bra, her nipples raised and bared by the cup as I stood up and removed my jeans and t-shirt.

“No briefs?” She asked with a giggle.

“I didn’t think I’d need them” I replied with a wink.

She lay with her legs open and her slender fingers teasing at the slit of her shaven pussy.

I knelt down and leaned between her legs sniffing her pussy and tasting its smooth flesh with the tip of my tongue.

“Ummm!” She said in appreciation as my fingers gently parted her choot lips and my tongue teased her clit.

I was enjoying myself. Tasting her pussy was making the hairs at the back of my neck stand up and my head spin. The scent of her was provocative; Sexual; basic and very arousing.

Reaching down, I grabbed my t-shirt off the floor and shoved it under her butt to absorb the juices that might stream down to stain the cushion. I sure didn’t want to have to clean or explain that!

After a few minutes of teasing laps at her hole and slit, I got between her legs and holding my cock in one hand watched, in horny fascination as I fed it into her eager cunt.

She moaned slowly as I filled her with my hot meat and settled deep in her. My balls were squashed tight against her buttocks as I sucked on her mouth and fed her the taste of her pussy.

She was hot and horny bucking her ass and scratching my back and butt as she gasped ‘do it’.

We fucked fast and hard. Both moaning and panting as the pleasure and pressure built up until with perfect timing we came together. My spunk filling her as her choot seized my cock in a wet tight grip and she bathed it in her own generous amount of fuck juice.

I pulled back and sat down on the sofa, licking my lips as I watched my spunk trickle out of her gash and run down her sweaty tanned ass to the sofa.

Sidra giggled and sat up, pressing the t-shirt against her pussy and rubbing herself dry. I reached over and pulled her onto my lap and kissed her on the neck.

“That was great” I said rubbing my hands over her back and butt.

“I haven’t had a fuck like that in, well since room 424″ She said with a giggle.

We picked up our clothing, embraced and kissed passionately again, unable to keep our hands off each other and then we both moved into the bathroom attached to my bedroom.

There Sidra tied her hair up with a towel in a sort of turban so that it wouldn’t get wet as I filled a large bucket with warm water.

Any citizen of mega-city-Karachi will tell you that long luxurious showers are a waste of water. We keep clean without wasting water.

We stepped into the shower area and used a large plastic mug to pour the water from the filling bucket over our bodies. Licking and kissing each others as we did do so. It is very erotic and I recommend it.

I washed her back and shoulders. Gently but firmly soaping her back, neck and shoulders as she pressed her butt back against my groin, trapping my hardening and rising cock between her legs.

The bucket full and tap (faucet) turned off we made the most of soaping and teasing each in every nook-and cranny of our bodies.

Sidra reached between her legs to soap and tug on my prick, her hands gently caressing my balls as I soaped her hips and buttocks; Pressing soapy fingers down between the crack of her ass as far as I could without preventing her continuing the stimulating bathing of my manhood.

Before the soap could dry and harden on her back, I poured a mug of water slowly over her back, watching the soapy stream rush over her skin and down her ass and thighs. I moved back and therefore washed the soap off my now very hard and erect prick.

Sidra turned around and I started to soap and massage her breasts, paying special attention to her dark hard nipples, between thumbing and washing them I sucked on them the soapy taste not at all off-putting.

Sidra worked her soapy hands over my shoulders and chest, massaging me slowly with her soft small hands. She also started to suck my own nipples and bite them gently. I gasped in pain and also surprise. This was a new experience to me.

I looked her in the eyes with a sexy seductive smile on my face as I moved my hand between her legs to wash, tease and generally arouse her choot.

‘No soapy fingers in my hole’ she warned parting her legs slightly to give me better access.

More mugs of water were used to rinse the soap from our bodies and then Sidra embraced me tightly; squeezing my hard Lund against her tummy as she soaped my back and buttocks and kissed me softly but lovingly on the mouth.

I felt her hand tug my butt cheeks part as he other hands fingers delved soapy and firmly between the butt crease and down to my butt hole. There was a thrilling but uncomfortable feeling in my stomach as she washed that most secret of places with her fingers, even probing a soapy finger-tip into it. Luckily she didn’t probe too far and the burning feeling of the soap was soon relieved by more water filled mugs.

We used the remainder of the warm water to rinse ourselves clean of any soap and then we dried each other.

We dressed (I left underwear off) and then did some heavy kissing and basically worked each other up well aware that it was going nowhere. Sometimes, that is fun to do. Test your self control and stamina.

It was getting late and I still had to drop her home before Rafi and the group got back. If I didn’t, things might look suspicious.

The drive to Sidra’s house was a fun one.

As I drove, Sidra unzipped my jeans, and pulled my man meat out through the piss flap and pulled on it slowly. Every few moments, her thumb would flick across the sensitive wet slit at the top of my prick, sending electric current-like jolts down through my balls.

I would take the opportunity where possible to push my hand between her legs and tease her choot. It was like a date. Lots of teasing and foreplay without a sure bang at the end of it, time was a factor here.

As we pulled into driveway of Sidra’s house, her cell phone went off. It was Rafi telling her that he was on his way home after dropping his guests.

Reluctantly, Sidra and I said good night and I headed home with one hell of an erection in my jeans.