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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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I attended their wedding a few years ago. I was overjoyed at the birth of their first child and then the second. I shared many a birthday celebrations. Many festivals and many holidays together. We were truly each other’s well wishers. It’s true that I always wanted to see his wife naked. I confess that I had many times imagined her under me, writhing and moaning as I lay on top of her naked and press my vocal inside her juicy pussy but I never made any attempt to make it a reality. I never tried to break them apart. It was all in my imagination. I had found peace with it. I accepted that I’d never be able to get in her pants.
But now they are going through divorce. They loved each other so much. And now they don’t. I am friends with both of them equally. Except the fact that I love her at a physical and sexual level that I don’t feel for my friend. And I know she can’t deal with it all by herself. She can’t look after two children and her life and every struggle. She needs a man. She needs someone. I know I can fulfil her needs. Only if she fulfils mine. |
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over a year ago
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When I saw my friend, he was full of rage and abuses for her. He put all the blame on her. He didn’t care for her anymore. I heard him patiently. My wife did too. We looked at each other and pitied for him. He was going through a tough time. I thought. My wife thought he was in the right to feel this way. What she did was wrong. I felt the same way.
Until I heard her side of things. She clearly wanted to share the work load. She wanted to have a life of her own. So what if she was a Muslim and came from a conservative background. She had modern notions. She was an independent woman. And sometimes mistakes do happen. So what if she got a little d*unk one night and kissed another man. She was feeling emotionally vulnerable and she needed a company and comfort of a man. Her friend. So she kissed.
But this was unacceptable to him. He couldn’t bear that his wife. His wife who he wanted to keep in hijab went out for drinks and ended up kissing another man. This was a good enough reason for him to divorce her. My wife agreed with him. So did I.
But I was happy to find that she wasn’t as conservative as I had thought. I was excited to find that she wouldn’t be totally unachievable anymore. That she was a woman inside that hijab. That she had sexual needs that weren’t fulfilled. That sooner or later, she’d find independence to fulfil her needs and she won’t have a traditional husband to stop her. Not anymore. |
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By (user no longer on site) OP
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I met her. She was upset. She thought he was not understanding. If he had kissed a woman being in an inebriated state, she’d be hurt but she wouldn’t leave her. I know quite a few times when he and I had cheated on our wives. We had shared women after having a crazy time. But he expected total commitment from her whilst he could go about doing anything. Hypocrites!
I sympathised with her and told her I am there if she ever needs anything. She felt grateful and then we hugged. I wanted to take the next step when I felt those big melons press against my chest. I’d never hugged her this way. Not so tight. My friend wouldn’t have let me anyway. So Id always been careful. But today I let lose. I pressed her towards me and felt all her big bosoms on my chest. They were firm and yet soft. I wanted to kiss her but that’s be too quick. I refrained. Our eyes met after the hug and I definitely saw a spark in her eyes too. She wasn’t naive. She knew I fancied her. She knew it right from the beginning. I am told women, especially Arab women can tell a lot by the way a man looks at them. So I am sure she knew right on her wedding day what was going on in my mind when I first lay my eyes on her. She looked so exquisitely beautiful in that white dress. I wanted to rip her dress right then and there and have her with my friend. Just as we had done to a few girls we picked up at the bars and clubs and brought them home to ravage for the night. But she wasn’t just another random girl. He was marrying g her. And this was for his exclusive use. |
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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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I remember staying in the same hotel in which he got married to her. After the wedding he took her to his room at night. I went to mine with my wife. My wife was too tired but I couldn’t stop thinking all the things he must be doing to his newly wedded wife. I was sure she was a virgin. My favourite kind. His too. He was quite naughty and perverse and had special needs which I was sure he was going to train his wife on. But may be he’d spare her on her wedding night. May be he won’t. Who knew. It’s not like I could ask him. This was a no go zone. His wife was his business and how he used her was none of my business.
About 3 months after his marriage, we met for a few drinks. He seemed happy. The kind of happiness one gets when he gets sex whenever he wants and whatever he wants. He surely was a lucky man. He didn’t tell me much but that night we found two nice Romanian girls in the pub. They were first not interested but when we offered them drinks and drinks after drinks, they got interested. Luckily, we had a premier inn next to the pub so after about 1:00, we took them there. I had told my wife I was going for work event and he had told his newly wedded Mrs. That he had a night shift. We didn’t want to spend a lot of money so one room was enough. It was a twin room so two beds. Seemed fair and it’s not like we were taking the girls to the hotel to sleep. Each one of us ducked each of them until we could fuck them no more. We felt absolutely drained and then the next day morning we fucked them again one last time before letting them go back to their boy friends probably. And we returned to our wives. Loving wives. |
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Within a year of his marriage, he had a baby. Within three, he had another one. He couldn’t manage. He was not cut out to be a supporting husband. He believed that it was the woman’s job to look after the children during the day and look after husband during the night. She couldn’t do both. She struggled alone during the day and when she was all too tired at night, he’d not listen to her as he had his own needs. How do I know this? Because we went on holidays together a couple of times. And I knew my friend well. Way too well.
So after about 5 years of being married, they were going through the inevitable. Divorce. How could any woman remain with him. But she wanted to. Because she needed someone in her life. She wasn’t one of those strong feminist types who can deal with anything that comes their way. She was a simple girl who married quite early on and found herself in a new country with no friends and only husband to depend on. Sure she made some friends along the way but a lot of still was dominated by him. And now she found herself alone. |
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At 28 years age, an Arab woman left by her husband with two children, it wasn’t easy to adjust in the hypocritical society. She didn’t have much support from her own community and to be honest she didn’t have many native friends. Many a times, I helped her like finding a decent apartment for her to move into. My wife wasn’t happy about it as she thought I shouldn’t be helping her. What she did was wrong plus she felt this could jeopardise my friendship. So I told her that my wife doesn’t approve of us meeting and she understood. Except that we decided to keep it a secret.
It was so far all platonic and I was only helping her as a friend should help but we were still hiding it from the world as if we were doing something wrong. She was hiding it from her husband, ex husband. And I was hiding it from my wife. Not a new thing for me as I hide a lot of stuff from my wife but this arrangement was already adding a bit of excitement for me and preparing for the start of what I had planned right from the first time when I heard they were getting a divorce.
It had been close to a year since I first found out about their divorce and it had been 6 months since their separation. And I confess, the first thing that came to my mind when my friend told me he was leaving her was that now I had a real chance to have her. To finally be able to fuck her. To be able to fulfil my every imagination and every desire. Sure I get sorry for him but I felt more happy than sorry.
And right from that point, I had started to lay the seeds and I was Very close to reaping the results. Tonight was the night. |
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She borrowed some money from me that day. She was all so grateful. I told my wife I was out for a business event. After she put the children to sleep, we ended talking. She was feeling emotionally vulnerable. I comforted her. She wasn’t wearing her hijab. She had ditched it completely now. I hugged her again. Ummm. Felt her big boobs press against my chest again. I held her like that for longer than expected. And I am a sensitive man. A touch of a woman’s body gets my cock excited. I think it was quite obvious to her that certain part of my body was getting bigger and harder. And for what on earth was I going to hide. I let myself lose. I made sure she felt it too.
As we parted, there was awkwardness but there was also excitement. Hit or miss. I thought. I held her close and moved my face closer to her. She didn’t resist. And then the lips met. The mouth opened. And the tongues explored each other’s mouth. Ummmm what a feeling it was. I wasted no moment. My hand was quick to find her breasts and I pressed it as hard I could. I’d been wanting to do this for so long. And finally I got to do it.
We separated for a few seconds and our eyes met. She was clearly turned on and I am always horny. Perfect match. |
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By (user no longer on site) OP
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We were in the living room and she grabbed my hand and led me to her bedroom. Before the door behind us was shut, our lips met again and this time there was caressing and smooching and hair pulling. Total passion. My hand reached behind her back and measured the size of her ass. God it was big. It had got bigger after dual pregnancy but I don’t like skinny women. At times I do but a woman is a woman and a woman you can fuck, you got to fuck. That’s a mans first duty. Never miss an opportunity.
She had not had sex since a long time. And I had always wanted to fuck her. So much.
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She was wearing an arab gown that goes right down to her ankles. I wanted to lift it up and see what she was always hiding. As I tried to bend down and pick it up, she stopped me. I thought shit, I can’t stop myself now. She smiled at me and then asked me to make myself comfortable on the bed and excused herself to the bathroom. As she left the room I sat on the bed and like all men checked out the bed. It was springy bed and the one that made a bit of cranky noise. It was going to be fun I took my phone out of my pocket and messaged my wife. Don’t wait for me. I’ll stay in a hotel here tonight. Drinks have started flowing and it’ll be a long night so go to bed. I kept the phone on the side table and rested. Waited for her.
She came in a lingerie. A sexy lingerie. It was tight and fitted from the top so It was holding her boobs up and pressing them tightly together. I wanted to bury my face in those jugs. Immediate hard on. They were so big and so bouncy that they wanted to jump out of it. And it was flowing nicely. She walked in very sexily. Her thighs were visible for the first time. She had put on some weight as expected from a mom of two. But she was just 28. Amazing arab woman. I felt such a pity for my friend. And so proud of myself. Just as she came close to me and started kissing me, my phone started ringing. It was my wife. Shit. I ignored her phone.
She came near me and kissed me. My hands wandering all over her body. Her back. Be bubble butt. Her big boobs. And all the while we were eating and biting. The passion was running high. And then the phone started buzzing again. My wife again. She saw the phone and looked at me in the eye. I knew if I didn’t pick up the phone she’d keep calling me and I didn’t want any disturbance once I started my meal. So I decided to get it over with and took the call. She waited for me and I asked my wife how she was and what was up. She wanted to talk. She said she was missing me. Out of all the times, she chose this time to miss me. I wanted to make and excuse and shut the phone but then....
As I was still talking to my wife, she unbuckled my belt and unzipped my pants. Dropping them down to my knees, she took my cock out of my pants. Ummmphhhhh. My hard cock was in her hand. She gave me the most naughty look and smile ever. And in my mind I was thinking what a bitch. What a slut. I kept talking to my wife and she took my cock in her mouth. I’ve cheated my wife countless times but this was the first time, a woman was taking my cock in her mouth and I was talking to my wife at the same time. Telling her how I was also missing her. It was so surreal. It felt like I was on another level and I started enjoying talking to her. |
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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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My wife was telling her about her day and her frustrations and how her colleague was driving her mad. Her workload and she was telling me how badly she wanted to cuddle me in her arms and hug me tight. And my cock was being served like never before. Arab women know how to please their men. No arab woman had ever disappointed me. I guess arab men train them pretty well. She had a certain skill. But she stopped. She looked up at me. Her eyes still naughty. She started dancing slowly. She started a strip tease. Now people, if you’ve not tried this and you reguarly cheat your wife, try this once. Go to an escort if you don’t have a fuck mate. Tell her to suck your cock and tease you whilst you talk to your wife. Loving romantic talk. You’ll realise what I am talking about. It was like seventh heaven. |
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By (user no longer on site) OP
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One by one she started up clipping her lingerie. And the as she unclipped the last one, it fell all of a sudden. She was naked. From her to toe. I imagined her nked so many times when she would come with my friend to our home. We would talk as friends and I would imagine how she would look without that excess clothes she would be in. Without that hijab. Naked. As women are intended to be. As women should always be. And now there she was. A few feet away from me. Naked. Totally naked. Her boobs were big, voluptuous and ready to be ravaged. Her pussy was nicely trimmed. Her thighs were heavy. And as she turned around. Her arse. Her arse was to die for. There is something about arab arse that I can’t put in words. She had the best bubble butt. Ever. Ever.
I couldn’t hold any longer. She just stood naked teasing me and I just wanted to jump on her and have her like a hungry wolf. I rushed my wife. I told her my colleague was calling and I hung up on me her. And the party began. As soon as I hung up, we both started laughing and I pulled her naked body on the bed next to be and we laughed and laughed. Y hands explored every part of her smooth and sexy body. I rubbed all over her. I was going mad with lust. |
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By (user no longer on site) OP
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That night a new relationship was formed. My first fuckbuddy. Her name is Mariam. That night we didn’t sleep. At all. She was hungry for sex and I can never have enough of it. So I counted. 5 blowjobs and 4 intercourse during the night. We were so drained, so sticky by the end of it. And when I was leaving her flat, I admired my friend. He trained her well. So well. She knew how to please her man. The way she sucked. The way her tongue moved. The way her hips moved when she was sitting on top. I wish my wife had half of those skills. Wow.
After our first fuck and btw I didn’t have any condom so we did it without one, we started to talk. She got emotional. She told me I was the only other man other than her ex husband that she has had sex with. I asked her how was it this time and whether she enjoyed it having sex with my friend? She told me he was very mean and how he did things to her that she didn’t like but he did them anyways. I was nice and caring. I asked her what kind of things he did to her but she didn’t say much. I asked her because I know what my friend likes doing. I like those things as well. We’ve done those things to many girls together. And I wanted to do those things to Mariam but tonight wasn’t the night. This was our first night and slowly we will get there. When she is ready, I’ll take the next steps. I had my own bitch now. My own slut I could do things with. And she needed me, she was depending on me so she would not refuse. Her refusal and stupid mistakes has brought her here. She won’t repeat those with me. I left a happy man. |
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I got home the next morning, happy, satisfied but tired and sleep deprived so went straight to bed. I took the day off and my wife works from home on Fridays so she was home too. Her love for me didn’t go away that day and after a few hours of sleep, I felt something. I woke up and I felt my cock was being sucked. Now which man doesn’t like to wake up with a sloppy blowjob from his wife. But it’s not very often that my wife is generous enough. Normally she’d ask me to have a shower before she would put my cock in any of her holes. Today, my cock was probably still having some of Marian’s pussy juices on it when my wife unknowingly took it in her mouth and woke me up. So, I lied there on the bed thinking of how I had fucked Mariam all night long and now I was getting a nice sloppy blow job frim my wife who was totally ignorant of my deeds last night. After my cock was nice and big and hard, I pulled my wifey on the bed and exploded some of my remaining cum on her. Loved every second of the last 24 hours and get as if the sex God’s were extremely happy with me. |
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3 months had passed since that night and it was becoming quite regular for us. Atleast once a week, sometimes twice I’d visit Mariam and spend a good time. In return, I’d help her out in many things but most importantly, she had taken over a grand from me in these six months. Now that’s not a bad deal because I was spending far more on escorts which I wasn’t but then one evening I decided to poke her what were the things my friend did to her which she didn’t like. Initially she tried to divert the topic but my persistence paid off. She told me he liked to bang her from behind. Now show me a man who doesn’t like to bang a woman from behind. We all do. The difference is some men accept it and some don’t. And out of those who accept, some get it and most don’t. My friend wasn’t one of those who’d take no for an answer. Particularly from his own wife. So she told me the first time he did this too her, she couldn’t sit properly for a couple of days. I wanted to laugh but I knew this wouldn’t go very nicely.
That night I insisted her that I wanted to fuck her from behind. I told her I’d just do it once and I’ll be very gentle. Both turned out to be lies as she was going to find out soon. But I really enjoyed banging her arse. I am quite thick so not all women let me fuck their arse even if I am willing to pay so when I had a chance to bang the beautiful Arabs arse, there was no way I was going to pass it on.
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A couple of weeks had passed after that and when I tried to contact her, she told me she needed some money. I asked her how much as she had already borrowed a grand. She told me she needed about 400. When I asked her for what, she didn’t give me a straight answer. So it was quite clear that she now wanted money for letting me fuck her. So she had become a proper slut. A whore. I was going to make her a professional one soon. I told her 400 was too steep for me to pay. I told her I had a friend who is very wealthy and he might be able to help her financially. Only if. If she was willing to please him in ways she didn’t like but men liked. I told her she could make quite a lot of money and I could help her set it all up. Steady income for her and she’d not have any problem financially.
She totally disconnected me from her life. I tried to contact her for 4 weeks but she’d not take my calls or respond to my messages. I was convinced that I had lost her. I thought I milked my situation with her as much as I could and now won’t see her again. Until that day. She called me and she sounded very upset. She had missed to pay the rent of her apartment for two months and she had received a notice to vacate. She needed help and she needed money. Both the things I offered her and no one else could have helped her. I was so happy that day to get her call and speak with her. After a bit of useless chat I heard the words which I thought I’d not be able to hear anymore. She said she’d do anything. When I asked her if she by anything she meant anything really. She kept quite for a few seconds but then she slowly responded with a yes. I told her I’ll speak with a friend and call her back. The bitch was back in the game. |
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I immediately contacted my friend who was a businessman and had a special penchant for authentic Arab women. He would regularly take me to Sheesha places or Lebanese restaurants with belly dancers and occasionally he got lucky to take one of those absolute beauties to his hotel. One on such occasions he was kind enough to take me with him. Yes I paid myself but it wasn’t my cup of tea to manage to take that astoundingly beautiful arab belly dancer for a fuck. He did it. And for people who don’t know, apparently the core and abdomen of belly dancers is so so so strong that allows them to do things that can only few magic. For example the way they twerk, the way they can move their hips and the way they use their boobs. They are rolls Royce in the world of sluts.
Anyhow, he was the first one that came to my mind and when I spoke with him and described Mariam and her situation, he immediately told me, we can make her a bitch. I agreed. I asked him if he’d be willing to spend 1000 that she needed for a night. That was quite steep for him too. So we agreed to spljt the bill and share her for the night. I always like to share my girls with my friends so this wasn’t a brainier. I told him I’d get back to him once I settle it with Mariam
On the other hand, the more control I was getting on Mariam, the more control I was losing at home. My friend Ashraf was emotionally feeing very vulnerable or so he made my naive wife believe. My wife never liked Mariam but she was a great sympathiser of Ashraf. I found out that Ashraf was calling my wife a lot and she was consoling and counselling him bringing the two quite close. Hmmm. I left it for too long and something was cooking |
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I didn’t want to spend 500 to spend time with Mariam. She was my bitch, my slut, my whore and I was pimping her to others so I should continue to get her arse for free but I knew she needed 1000 for her flat so I got in touch with a couple of other friends and asked them as well. Now not many people can turn down such offers. Both of them were always against my lifestyle of visiting escorts and swore that they’d never pay for sex but this was different. Mariam wasn’t an escort or a whore, not yet atleast. She was a woman in need and a woman in need needs to serve. She needs to please men if she wants help and what better way to serve and please than use her three holes. So when I told them I have a 28 year old arab woman, stunningly beautiful and all three holes are available for just 300 quid, they couldn’t say no. So it was decided. We agreed to meet the next week in the evening for a night of fun and debauchary. I collected the money from all three admirers. And I convinced Mariam. It wasn’t easy. She had hoped to be with one man but I told her it wasn’t possible and no man would be able to pay that much for one night so she could either sleep with each of them individually for three nights or she could have them all together in one night. She get the same amount of money. She told me this was only a one off and she never do it again and agreed to go for a one night bang bang. Innocently, she asked me for my protection and I told her ofcourse I’d be there to make sure the men don’t go overboard and behave.
The same evening decided was when my wife informed me that Ashraf was coming over to our place for dinner. I told my wife I have an event that day and she asked me to change or cancel or not go but how could have I told her that I cannot do either. That it was so much more important than meeting my dear old friend who had trained such a nice bitch but now it was time for benefitting from all that training. I told my wife to Re-planning Ashraf but she told me he is in pain and heart broken and she doesn’t have the heart to tell him no so she taunted me if I can’t be around for my friends then that’s my choice. |
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So the night was here and I was excited and so were my friends. I won’t go into the details but we met at Marian’s flat. We all had drinks first and I had asked Mariam to wear her wedding dress. That was the first time I saw her and my cock twitched seeing her and I wanted to rip her dress apart right then and there and in front of every guest and my friend I wanted to fuck her mad but I couldn’t do it. Not then. I told her she had to please the men to get the money so she agreed to wear her wedding dress. It didn’t fit very well. She had more curves that she didn’t have earlier but she looked like a beautiful arab bride. And there is no greater pleasure to ravish an Arab bride. Share an Arab bride with your friends fuck her as much and as you like. And that’s what we did that night. |
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The looks on all the men’s faces were to be captured when they saw Mariam in her wedding dress. They were ready to pounce on her and ravage her. They probably had a erection immediately seeing her. She looked so beautiful. Innocent yet slutty. Perfect combination. Mariam served us drinks and we just sat and admired her movements. Swaying her arse, her cleavage everything. When we were ready, she said she would have only one man at a time and in her bedroom only. We all looked at each other and didn’t have much choice than to agree. In our minds we all were thinking, let’s agree now and get the bitch naked. Once naked we can do as we want. So it was decided. As my friend had paid the maximum amount for her it was only fair that he took her to the bedroom first. Mariam led him to her bedroom and closed the door leaving us three in the living room wondering and hungry. Soon enough we started to hear sounds, sounds of thumping, slapping, moaning. She was loud and he was brutal. We couldn’t resist and we all looked at each other and decided to enter the room. It wasn’t easy to miss what was happening inside. |
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As we entered the bedroom, Mariam was on the bed, still in her white wedding dressed although her blouse had been torn open and her big breasts were hanging outside revealing her dark perky brown nipples. One of her boobs was being mauled by my friend in his hairy hand who hadn’t bothered about undressing her and had just lifted her skirt up to her waist. He had buried his head between her legs and was eating her pussy when we came in. There was a scream as she saw all of us filing the room and she tried to cover her face. It wasn’t the first time I was seeing her naked, I had fucked her so mny times now but to see her in a state like this and with another man, made me go mad with lust. I felt my cock getting hard very quickly and I saw another of my friends rushing to take his clothes off quickly. Soon he was holding his cock in his hands and all his clothes were gone. I knew out of all of us, he was the most horny. |
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There was a lot of convincing required plus a realisation on Mariams prt that there was no way any of us was going to leave the room now her milky smooth body was seen by us all. We still promised her that only one man will take her at a time and rest will just only sit around the bed and watch. No one will touch her for as long as another man was drilling her or using her. She wasn’t a naive woman but she was stupid enough to believe us. Hahahah. As she would learn very quickly, a hard cock had no conscience. As she lay on the bed, my friend put his hand on her skirt and pulled it hard and whoosh. It came right from her legs and dropped on the floor. We all laughed and she felt embarrassed. Then her half torn blouse was further ripped apart by strength so that it got cut in half. She looked at me and I could only smile and tell her, why use is her wedding dress anymore now that her marriage is over. Best to bury the dress afterwards. We all laughed again. For us, she was nothing more than meat that we were going to enjoy. Just like an iftar party. We were going to enjoy her all night. No holes barred. |
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By morning, she had been fucked 8 times in her pussy, 4 times in her arse by each one of us and her mouth was dripping cum because we all had decided to empty the seeds of our lust in that hole. So her face looked like she had a mask on. Her hair became a mess. It’s amazing how much we all came that night. She was left a bundle of cum soaked bitched. I am sure at that point she must have realised that what she did with my friend was a mistake. What she did with me was a bigger mistake. But atleast she managed to secure the roof over her head for another month. And now she knew how to make money. One day a month, and for the whole month you can stay in the flat. Not a bad deal I must say. Isn’t it fellows? What do you say? |
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We left Mariam to clean herself and get herself back up after the marathon fuck she endured last night and we all went to our loving, innocent and caring wives. Except that this time, I didn’t get such a warm welcome at home. My wife stayed away from me most of the day and I felt something was wrong. I even asked her how was the dinner as I knew my friend was meant to come and have dinner but I didn’t get a proper response and my wife seemed a bit nervous. Now instead of doubting her, I thought she may have got an inkling about me and Mariam. WhAt if Mariam has called her and told her about her ordeal? What if ? Etc etc. But I just kept trying to talk to my wife and she kept avoiding me.
At night in the bed I had to find out what happened and if she had found something about me and Mariam then she’d never let me touch her sexually. I know that much about women so I tried and initiated sex with her although I was so drained from last night I’d probably have simply asked for a blowjob if she had agreed. I got very nervous when she did not let me touch her. I thought my life was doomed and my marriage will be over |
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What I didnt know at that time about a woman is that if she’d been with a man or cheat her lover then also she doesn’t want to be touched by another man. As we lay I bed thinking what should I do, she mumbled a few words. The words were “I have a confession to make”, I thought she was asking me if I have a confession to make? I could start to feel my heart beat faster. And before I could say a word, she spoke. Thank god for that.
She told me how my friend came over to our house for dinner and how he was very upset and he started crying. He got so emotional that my wife had to console him. She didn’t tell me the whole thing immediately but she hesitated in telling me that he kissed her and she couldn’t stop him. There was silence in the room. This was the same reason my friend left his wife for and my wife sympathised with him and not his wife. Mistakes do happen and I was sure my wife also just went in with the feelings and emotions rather than being cock hungry bitch so she was feeling guilty but she knew what she had done was no different to what my friend did to his wife and so.... |
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Was that just the kiss? I asked.
She didn’t say anything. Then I heard her crying. I didn’t console her. I asked again. Nothing was said. I told her I wanted to hear everything that happened last night. I was authoritative.
Now I am a man who doesn’t care if someone fucks my wife, in fact I’ve always wanted to see her taken by a group of men. She is an amazingly beautiful indian woman who every man would like to fuck but she had never shown any signs of being a slut so I kept my fantasy to myself. But as I said, seemed like sex God’s were happy with me, there was a slight possibility that I could now train my wife to become a top class slut too. I needed details. Did my friend just kiss her and she pushed him away after that? Did he stay the night? Did he make my wife naked and suck her breasts? Sure she had a lot of time to think about if all this happened? She could have stopped him any time if she wanted, did she? Did he fuck her? Did he bang her arse which she had never let me bang? Oh no, I have to be the first one to bang her arse. I hoped my friend managed to fuck her last night but I hoped he didn’t manage to pick her arse virginity on the first night itself. That would disappoint me.
I poked her and pressed her to tell me everything. Everything truthfully. I acted hurt and I told her the only way I can find some peace now was if I knew everything or else I’ll always have my doubts |
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As she tried to rush things I stopped her and pressed her to tell me each and every detail. She took a deep breath and prepared herself to relive the moments from last night which were forever going to change her life and my life. She didn’t face me. She was facing the other way as she started telling me.
He came at about 8 and you were not home so he said he could come another time. But I told him I have prepared dinner so have dinner and then go. He stepped in. There was obviously some awkwardness as you were not there but we put on the television and he just watched it whilst I put on the drinks and dinner. We chatted a little about things during the dinner and I didn’t know when we finished a bottle of wine already. I had already started to feel a buzz in my head but he asked if he could have another glass so I opened another bottle. At about 10, after clearing the kitchen, I thought he’d leave but he wanted to talk. He wanted to talk about Mariam. He started telling me how he loved Mariam. How he was so badly hurt. He told me he misses her so much and he doesn’t want to return home anymore as it feels haunted with his love for her but he also cannot go back to her. He doesn’t want to love any more.
I knew he was all bullshitting as he was taking girls from bars back to his home and shagging them openly. He was living his life as he wanted with no constraints and that he never thought of Mariam anything more than a beautiful body who he could fuck whenever and however he liked. So he was telling all this to my wife with a certain intention, with a target to get her emotional and get her sympathy. I know this because I have done the same to other women. We all do. Isn’t it?
She continued. He kept drinking and he kept crying and he kept telling me about his state. I felt so sorry for him but I couldn’t do anything. Unintentionally I had another glass of wine and my head was spinning and I just didn’t know what I was doing. She paused. She didn’t sY anything for a few minutes.
I know my wife’s capacity to drink is so less, she drinks a glass and she loses her inhibitions. Most of the things I’d been able to do to her which she wouldn’t normally let me do, I had done them after making her drink two glasses. She told me she had had three glasses. Three glasses? For her? Damn. My friend knew she can’t handle that much. He made up stories to get her d*unk and then make his move. He was a champion. He did well to get her to drink three glasses. He deserved to get her if he managed this far. I could only imagine my wife to be an open slut at that time.
I poked her to continue. She carried on taking deep breaths all along.
He then told me he had not had a woman’s touch for the last one year. He told me he craved for a woman’s love. She kept quite. For a minute or two. And then she said, he leaned forward and put his hand behind head and I didn’t know what to do. And then he kissed me. I didn’t push him or did anything to stop him. I am a bad woman, a bad wife. She cried again.
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I kept asking her what happened next but she wouldn’t tell me. I know my friend very very well. Longer than I’ve known my wife. And if he got this far with my wife, I knew already what must have happened. He is not one of those who’d give up so easily. I knew he must have nailed her. I knew he most likely fucked her atleast once if not twice, thrice or more time. Its always tricky to fuck a girl more than once if you kind of got her emotions all bubbled and get her naked. Once is justified under emotions and stupidity and passion but you can’t justify second or third time in the same night. Not unless you are madly in lust.
So when I asked her to continue and she didn’t I started to ask her question and she only nodded. She was too ashamed to tell me by herself so I asked her.
Did he stop at the kiss? She didn’t say anything which meant no. He Carried on
Did you let him touch you? She cried and I saw her moving her head a bit which meant yes. I was getting very very excited. It was like my dream come true and my wife thought I was badly badly hurt. She was also scared I might decide to leave her as she had committed the same sin but I had something else in my mind. Surely I’d make her believe that I was hurt. How could she take away the pleasure of me watching when someone fucks her for the first time. I was deeply hurt. But the punishment for her was not going to be to be left by her husband. Contrary to be honest. She’d have to commit the same crime over and over again. With men I tell her to. At times I ask her to. But I’d get her to this step by step. Slowly. I had to play my cards right. And I played them well. Very well. |
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I couldn’t wait any longer and I needed to hear everything. So I shouted at her and she whimpered and then started telling me again. He hugged me tight and I just remained still like a duck. I should have moved, I should have pushed him. But I couldn’t, I was frozen I couldn’t move don’t know what came over me at that moment. He kissed me again and this time I responded. I kissed him back. H put his tongue in my mouth and I sucked it. I sucked the juices from his mouth into mine and swallowed.
This was enough for my cock to spring back into action and it was as hard as it had ever been. I took my cock out of my pyjamas and started wanking slowly. Unknown to her ofcourse.
He pressed his hand on my breast and he started pressing it hard. I lost all my senses and i was as just hearing him say that he’s not been with a woman in a long time and he missed a woman’s love. That’s all I was thinking. Nothing else. Trust me. Please trust me. I did not want to do it but I couldn’t stop it either. |
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I could not stand anymore. So I fell on the ground and he climbed up on me. Next thing I realised was that he ripped off my clothes. He did it all so quickly that I couldn’t stop him. I was so ashamed when he sucked my nipples and I felt violated when he inserted his finger in my vagina. But it also felt good. I lost my sense of duty and commitment and I just remained there. I let him violate my body as he wanted. I closed my eyes.
Then I felt him enter inside me. He climbed on top of me and he inserted himself inside me. And then the time stopped. I don’t know what happened and for how long. I was in a trance. Trust me, I felt like I was under a spell.
She said and she started crying.
By now I could take it no more and I put my hand on her shoulder and flipped her around towards me. I saw her face briefly. She saw me, she saw hurt and hatred in my eyes but it was just lust. Plain lust. I lifted myself up and lied on top of her. Then just as she had told me my friend did to her, I ripped her nightie. I pressed her boobs and I penetrated her. I fucked her until I came inside her. All inside her. Just as my friend did. He came inside her. Every drop of it. His warm semen and seeds of lust met mine inside my wife’s pussy. And then I was done. I lied on top of her until I fell asleep. Our lives had changed. |
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I learnt one more thing about women that week. A woman with guilt will do absolutely anything to feel better and less guilty. But I decided to harvest this guilt in her. As much as I could to raise the stakes. The higher the guilt she felt, the more she’d be willing to do to feel better. So for the next couple of weeks, I stayed away from her. I hardly spoke with her. She was probably expecting the worst which is what my friend did to his wife but everyday she tried to tell me that it was a mistake, that it’s never happen again, she asked me to forgive her, she told me that she loved me. I was pleased with the progress when she started asking me what she could do to convince me she was really sorry. What could she do to seek forgiveness. What could she do to return back to where we were. And then one day she said she would do anything, anything in the world to make it all right between us. She was ready. She was ready to climb the ladder of debauchary, first step.
ON the other hand, I tried reaching out to Mariam but she did not take my calls or responded to my messages. What else could have I expected from her after that night. But I decided to focus on my wife for now. I knew when the money runs out, there was no one else Mariam could revert to and only two weeks had passed so far. The pain probably was still there, literal and otherwise. So I decided to give it another two three weeks before making my next move with Mariam.
But with my Wife, I had to take up her offer. But before that I called my friend. I spoke with him casually and he didn’t know that I knew. He thought my wife would never mention it to me so when I told him I knew, he was lost for words. He didn’t apologise or said anything. He was like that only. But when I told him, I didn’t mind what happened that night and infact I’d been wanting it to happen for a long time and I was glad it was he who managed to fuck my wife, he took a deep breath of relief and then when I told him I’d like him to come over to my house again and this time fuck my wife in front of me, he laughed and he agreed. |
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So that weekend I invited him on Friday evening and I didn’t tell my wife he was coming. When at 8, the door bell rang, I let my wife open the door and she was she’ll shocked to see him. She tried to tell him to go away and bang the door on him but I came and I told her to let him in as I had invited him. Silently, she moved aside and he stepped in. I saw him looking at my wife lustfully as he had never seen before, not atleast in front of me. I told my wife to bring drinks for us. And as she brought sone I told her to join us. She couldn’t say no. How could she. She had to obey to everything I say to her. |
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We started drinking, she sat next to me and I had an arm around her. She was going slow so I told her to bottoms up. As she did, I placed a smooch on her cheek. I licked her. She didn’t like that my friend was watching and she wasn’t sure what I was doing but perhaps she thought that was my way of revenge. So, after sometime she had a few drinks. And I was cupping her boobs, licking her lips and grabbing between her legs.
And then.... |
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Needless to say that she was embarrassed and resisted when I did what I was doing. But then she pushed me a little and I whispered in her ear. You said you’d do anything to make it better, if you meant it, then do as I say tonight. She saw me in a shock and surprise but then with hopes in her eyes, she nodded. See, she is a very homely girl and would do as her husband tells her normally. But now she wanted to save her marriage and if it came at a cost of her own self and her self respect than she was willing to trade it up. Good for me as I always wanted to make her my bitch, my slut and my whore. So when she was ready, I told her to stand up. She did.
She was standing in between me and my friend with her back towards him. He sure was enjoying what I was doing to my wife. He always enjoys doing such things to girls and especially because she was my wife, and he had fucked her a couple of weeks back, I think he was enjoying it even more. His hand was on his cock over his trousers and he was slowly rubbing and licking his lips.
I told my wife to do a little strip tease for us. She hesitated as she has never done such a thing and she turned back to look at my friend and back at me. But then I repeated to her. And she started. She started with swaying her hips and moving her hands. Without music in the background it was only looking funny but we wanted to play with her, make fun and enjoy ourselves. My friend took his phone out and put on a music. An Arab belly dance actually. She just danced without taking off any of her clothes so I had to stand up and come close to her. My friend also did the same and we encircled her from front and behind. She looked tensed.
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Fondling her body, crushing her between us. My friend started first. He is always the more impatient, more wild and raw. He put his hand on my wife’s neck from the back and untied her string on her top. He then put his finger inside the hem of her top and then he showed his muscle power when in one swift motion he pulled his hands down. The top was satin and it didn’t take much force for it to be ripped in two pieces. She simply closed her eyes and submitted. He grabbed the two ends of her top and snatched it outwards so the top was torn completely and he threw the tatters on the floor. She wore a red bra and her amazing boobs were concealed in them. I was to do the honours of freeing those melons from the custody of that tight bra. I was in no mood to be romantic so I put my hands on her boobs and pressed them as hard as I could and as she lay a muffled scream, I pulled her bra hard on both sides. Took a bit of force but then the bit that was holding the two cups snapped and her big breasts were revealed. Not the first time, but the way I made her naked, added to my excitement and my friend helped me take it off from behind. She was standing top less. Between both of us.
Then my friends hands wrapped her around her waist. He held the string of her trousers and pulled it. I had her breasts in my hands and was sucking at one of those dark brown perky nipple. He sat down on the ground and pulled her trousers. Then her panties. She was naked. As naked as she could be. Ready to be ravaged. Ready to be used and abused. Ready to become our bitch. Our slut. Forever. And ever. |
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It was around 11 when we unwrapped her and began our entertainment. Initially we started taking turns one on one. Whilst I had her, my friend rested. And then when he had her, I watched them and rested. It means through out the night she didn’t get any rest. We worked on her all through the night. Right till 6 in the morning. What a mess we created. But it’s okay, she had all day to clean it up and clean herself up.
I obviously can’t narrate all the details of the “things” we did without getting banned so if anyone is interested, you can message me. But by morning, my friend and I had used all her holes. I was the one to take her arse hole virginity and then passed her to my friend who had it as well. What a night. Never thought I could enjoy fucking my wife so much. But then that’s why I love to share my girls.
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Her self worth, her self respect was shattered. She was a broken woman now. Both physically and mentally. A perfect state to alter a woman to become a slut, a cock pleasuring whore. She had to be trained soon so she doesn’t recover from the shocks she had endured over the last few weeks. The iron was hot and a perfect time to hit hard to change her permanently. I was obviously risking my marriage here but after everything I realised I wasn’t born to be monogamous. And I was tired of hiding from her and the society. So I wanted to come out clean. Naked. As I was. So I decided I would try my best to bring my wife in my lifestyle and make her my private slut. If I win, we live happily doing what we want to do without a worry, if I loose and she doesn’t convert, it was okay. Just like my friend, I’d live a new life and never settle with one woman again. So it was worth a try.
I decided to give her some rest for a couple of days. We hardly spoke or saw each other. Third thing about women, may be particularly Indian women is that when they undergo such a soul wrenching treatment especially by their husbands, they find comfort in blaming themselves for it and no one else. She didn’t blame me for her situation, she didn’t blame my friend for it. She blamed herself. She went in a self pity mode. And as we say, if we have pity on chickens, what will we eat. So before she came out of her self pity, self blaming mode, I decided to take her for another ride of her life. I told her to get dressed as a slut in her most revealing clothes that I bought her a while ago and she outright rejected to wear them. They had never been born. Such a waste of money but now she would, or rather I would find a good use of them. I didn’t bother telling her where I was taking her and what my plans were but I told her I’ll take her out. The fact that I had asked her to wear those outfits must have made it clear to her I wasn’t taking her to a romantic dinner place for sure. Those days were long gone now. She needs to learn to serve now and she was going to serve tonight, she was quite naive when it came to sex and there was tonnes she had to learn and I can’t teach her everything so we needed men, perverse in their own little ways to teach her all the good things. |
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There is nothing sexier than a self blaming wife who was sexy as hell and innocent as an angel. Perfect combination. You can pretty much get her to do anything before she becomes hardened slut which is when they start to have a say in what they like and what they don’t.
It was about 10:30 pm when we entered the club. From the outside, it looked a normal big house but behind the club, the car park was full. Good sign always as they were using overfill car parking. Lots of people I thought. We entered the club and after all I had done with my wife, she still held my wrist tightly as a
She was scared and I was still her last hope that Id save her from any danger. On the contrary, I was the one who wanted to throw her deep in the danger end which is why I love sexy scared innocent girls. Easy to manipulate and great fun to corrupt.
My wife is a head turner. She was by far the sexiest bitch in the swingers club that night. Youngest as well which made every man in the club look at her in a hungry, lustfull manner and if it wasn’t the rule that you can’t touch the girl without her consent then they’d all hVe jumped on her and had her in the most viscous manner. Talking about consent, the reception of the club got us to sign a contract that you have entered the club with your own will and that if you choose to enter in a sexual relationship with a man or many men, it’ll be with your consent unless you inform the club organisers that someone is forcing himself on you. Y wife read it and looked at me, guessing what I was going to get her to do but still having a tiny amount of home that perhaps that was not in my mind. The best she could have hoped for was for me to use her as a bargaining chip to exchange her for another woman and let her husband fuck her whilst I had his Mrs. We all love doing that isn’t it. But there were two problems that night. It wasn’t a couples night so hardly any couples, there were one or two women who I did not fancy at all. Due respect to them but they roamed naked and nobody gave them a fuck so you can imagine. Other than that there wasn’t any female meat. Only men. Around 20-25 I’d say. It wasn’t a good swingers club actually, it was a cheap one for those men who indulged in some perverse so they needed a secure place for that. At a corner, I saw 3 men fucking another younger looking man. That explAined the state in which they were all. All horny bastards. Hahahah |
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Fir the first 30 minutes, I just teased the horny bastards and vetted their appetite. I took my wife Shruti through the whole club to make sure every man in the club has seen her. And she has seen all parts. Through our our tour, I kept spanking her arse, sometimes just lifting it a little to reveal her thong and her smooth dusky arse which was perfectly shaped. I was sure all the men in the club had never even seen such a beautiful exotic Indian girl naked in their entire life, leave alone nailing one. This was their dream come true or shall I say nightmare. No that’ll be for Shruti, right.
So by the end of the tour, we had around 20 men almost following us through where ever we went. They almost queued up behind us and followed, a couple of them offering massaged, a few of them making obscene comments or gestures to lure my beautiful Shruti. Little did they know that they were handling a princess, not a slut. Not yet atleast.
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The crowd was behind us and I was taking Shruti back to the main room. She held my arm to find little comfort. I put my hand under her skimpy skirt, one that shines and looks like plastic. And lifted it up slightly to expose her creamy bum to all, still hidden under her sexy thong. I inserted my hand inside her thong and Shruti looked up at me. Almost asking me not to do that. Almost saying let her go. But she didn’t say it. And to me that was consent for me to carry on doing what I was doing. I moved my hand to expose her bums clearly to those hungry wolves. Hahha. I can imagine what they all must have wanting to do. I’ve had similar desire and effect on tubes just watching a nice shaped arse covered under a skimpy skirt. I wish I could pause time, go to the girl, hold her skirt and pull it down and part her arse to see her hole. Except that is on public places so I can’t do but now we were all the same. Hungry wolves and we were st a seedy swingers club. Who knows what goes around here. So I continued teasing the men. I enjoy flashing my bitch and I did it a lot that night. Almost got 30-40 minutes I kept teasing the men and then I identified a group of the better ones in the crowd. I thought those three men were probably capable of taking the next step, holding a conversation with my Mrs so I invited them over with a finger and they came rushing.
We sat around the table and started chatting. Shruti wasn’t participating and I had my arm around her but the men soon started chatting about normal stuff so Shruti responded to them a few times when asked questions. Then one of them offered her a drink. There wasn’t a bar but had a BYOB system so he said he had a great red wine bottle and he can get a glass for us. I said why not and Shruti didn’t want one but when o insisted she agreed. This was her second mistake. Don’t ever accept a drink from a stranger in a place like this. Who knows what’s inside it, what’s mixed? |
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