Hi, everyone. My name is Iftikhar, and I am 26 years old. This is a story of how I made my wife, Salma, fulfil my fantasy of sleeping with another man. She is now 24, and this story is from 2 years ago.
We got married 4 years ago. Ours was an arranged marriage. Both of us were virgins before our wedding night. She was very conservative-minded, and I, on the other hand, had a rich imagination.
Although we had a good sex life in the first year or so after our marriage, things became much more routine. The spark was lost after this time. This was partly because Salma wouldn’t do any kinky stuff. She wouldn’t agree to giving me a blowjob or using her ass.
She had perfectly shaped and symmetrical D-cup tits that seemed to defy gravity. She would always try to hide them under her dupatta while walking around. Her sense of style was very traditional.
In spite of this, I was conscious that whenever we would go out, she would attract a lot of attention from other men. They would often stare at her shapely body as if they were fucking her with their eyes. I would rather enjoy this and feel rather proud of being the person with ready access to her treasures.
Despite our having regular sex, we didn’t have a baby. I was subsequently diagnosed with azospermia, a condition where a person cannot make sperm. This was a secret only known to Salma and me. One of my fantasies was always to get her to fuck another man.
But I knew she would never agree to this. Not only did I actually find this thought enjoyable, but it was something that I thought would also sort out the problem of not having a child. Having artificial insemination isn’t available where I live, and in any case, it is a very expensive treatment.
We were living in a single-storey house just outside the city. I had arranged a servant to help her with household work. He was called Gafoor, a strongly built man in his 50s. He used to live in the servant quarters, which were in the rear of our house.
Salma used to call her Gafoor chacha, and he would address her as Begum saab. Like any other red-blooded man, I knew that if he got a chance, he would fuck her brains out. This was obvious as I had seen him staring at her ass when walking behind her with a strange smile on his face on many occasions.
Once, I went to his room in the servant quarters. I did not realise that he had been sent out to the shops to get some groceries by Salma, and noticed that Salma’s bra was partially hidden under his pillow.
When I picked it up, I noticed that there were dried cum stains on both cups. This really turned me on, and I left it there under his pillow.
That night, I had an idea. I deliberately left the curtains a bit ajar. When Salma fell asleep, I started hugging her while the lights in the room were still on. I knew that Gafoor often sits outside and smokes cigarettes at night before going to bed. He will surely see what’s going on.
I kept Salma’s back towards the curtains while kissing and hugging her. She couldn’t see the curtains, which were not fully drawn. Essentially, I was showing her beautiful assets to our servant. After kissing her, squeezing her boobs, and ass, I asked her to take off her clothes.
Soon she was in her bra and small pants. I made her open her legs, and with her ass towards the window, she rode my cock in cowgirl style in full view of our servant. Her breasts jumped up and down in sync with her movements.
The thought of Gafoor masturbating with her bra while watching the show was too much for me. Soon I cum deep inside her pussy. Salma was not yet satisfied. After a bit of rest, I had regained my erection. I made her stand on all four and, pulling her braided hair from behind.
I entered her pussy, fucking her doggy style. This time her face was towards the curtains, but she was too engrossed in lovemaking to notice. Her tits were swinging wildly, and she was breathing heavily. I would deliberately slow down when I sensed that she was close to an orgasm.
I wanted to show her well to Gafoor. After 10 minutes of this action, she suddenly saw that the curtains were not drawn. She immediately turned her head towards me to ask for the curtains to be pulled shut. Saying that with the lights on, Gafoor will see her like this.
I replied to say that he will probably be asleep. Even if he sees her, so what? She is only making love to her husband. I was surprised that she didn’t object to this or do anything. If at all, I noticed that she started to move her body more vigorously.
She started to make quite loud moans. I was sure it would be easily audible to Gafoor, even if he is not close to the window. There was a ‘Thap Thap’ sound adding to the melody. Then she had the strongest orgasm that I could remember.
I impaled her pussy fully on my cock as I cum deep inside her. After remaining in the same position for a minute, she got her breath back. She then stood up, walked seductively to the window, drew the curtains together as if signalling to Gafoor that the show was over, and then, without saying a word, went to the toilet to clean herself.
I knew that night that deep down in Salma, behind the veneer of modesty, is a slut who can be awakened. She will do whatever I want her to. I switched off the bedroom light and then just peeped outside from the corner of the curtain.
Indeed, as I had hoped, Gafoor was walking back towards his room. He had been just outside our window.
The next morning, I sent Gafoor out to shop and went to his room. After looking around, I soon found another of Salma’s lace bras in his cupboard. This one was still wet with his cum inside its cups. It was dripping and soaking wet.
It was clear that watching Salma’s heavenly body last night had also acted as an aphrodisiac on him. I took a picture of this bra and placed it back in his cupboard, and went back inside the house.
He returned from the shop, just as Salma was making breakfast in the kitchen. As he went inside the kitchen, I was watching from the corner of my eye their body language. Salma was blushing, and her cheeks were beetroot red.
She couldn’t raise her gaze to look at Ghafoor chacha. Whilst Gafoor was standing to her side, looking at her from top to bottom. He was smiling shamelessly, as if stripping her nude and taking her measurements.
This is all for part 1, I will soon write other parts on how I awakened her inner whore and how she ended up getting fucked by Gafoor and later my best friends.
If any guys/girls want to get in touch, with comments, or want to be my online friend, my email is [email protected].