H!ndu wife turned into whore for Muslim by husband Part 01

My own marriage was becoming sexually stale and boring and I was looking forward to a Change.

We no longer had sex, except the occasional quick missionary bit but I had always secretly fantasized about my lovely wife enjoying sex with Muslim man. I had become and regular and avid reader of all the cuckold and Hindu slut wife stories on the internet, savoring them with delight and arousal. Although the idea of wife watching aroused me, I had mixed feelings about actually going through with the whole thing for fear of what it might do to our happy marriage. I might lose a good cook and housecleaner. Also, my wife always told me she thought sex was a disgusting. As a result I had never taken the matter any further. Little did I know that my life was soon to be dramatically changed and that my fantasy would soon become reality and to make matters worse I would be to blame for the whole mess.

Pooja Sharma, my wife, is a attractive little thing. At 25years of age, she is 5ft petite and a well- shaped. She has always been very religious I knew that I was not sexually satisfying my wife and being overweight did not help much. On the few times we did it, she would lay flat like a plank of wood in the dark, sighing with boredom and submitting rather than participating in our lovemaking. She would kept telling me to be quick and get it over with. Not very sexy at all.

She performed her wifely duties without pleasure because she had to, but was disgusted by the whole thing. She had become more and more frustrated and lately she had told me she had lost interest in sex completely and her strict religious upbringing forbade her from looking outside of our couple for sexual relief. She admitted that I couldn’t get her off with my cock. The climaxes she had during regular sex were the result of me playing with her clit and my oral skills. My male ego was dented but not shattered. I knew that she needed a good fucking and she couldn’t get it from her husband.

That is probably why I had begun fantasizing of watching another Muslim man fuck and satisfy my beautiful petite wife. What she needed I thought was a big horsecock Muslim cock, to stretch her out, transport her into lewd bliss and fill and inseminate her womb with an enormous quantity of vigourous sperm. My fantasy began to take on a life of its own. At first it was just a vague thought but that grew until I could visualize the huge Muslim cock fucking my wife Pooja.

Of course my wife did not see it that way at all. The thought of adultery had never crossed even her mind. Or at least she did not admit to it. I would have to break her in to it in an unsuspecting way.

At first she had not been very keen on the thought of spending four winter weeks in Arab country. it had not been until I had purchased the business class tickets and booked a luxury hotel that she had finally conceded. The trip was very long and the first night we had just collapsed and slept off some of the jet lag.

I had woken up before my wife and I had sneaked out to make a call to a contact who ran an escort agency. I explained to him my predicament and what I was looking for. I told him that I wanted to hire a male escort for two weeks. This got him very interested.

“He mustn’t under any circumstances mention that I have hired him or you will loose half the fee. He must act completely naturally and pretend he is a business acquaintance of mine,” I said. I had thought about the perfect partner for her. “To start with of course, he has to speak English, be polite articulate and charming. Also I want someone athletic and strikingly handsome. He would also have to be good in bed – well endowed with long stamina, knowing how to please a lady. Last but not least, he has to be a good dancer.”

“That will be an extra $200,” said my contact.

“I understand,” I replied.

It was essential that the male escort danced well. That had been how I had seduced her in the first place.

“He must thoroughly seduce her. She will be in a cloud and unsuspecting, but she is not easily fooled and she will resist,” I said.

“Do not, worry. I have just the man to sweep her off her feet. She will not know what hit her. She will be banging Muslim strangers’ cocks before you know it,” said the pimp with a chuckle.

“Yeah. Good idea,” I said. “But make sure you bring me some proof.”

“No problem, we film with hidden camera for you. Only $50.”

“A deal,” I replied.

Later I could watch and enjoy my wife being screwed by someone else. This had always been a fantasy of mine. Also, I need not worry. A male prostitute would not run off with my wife.

During the day, I discretely broke off to meet with the pimp and pay him the advance he had requested.

The pimp was delighted when I pointed out my wife. He was expecting some blowsy, unattractive female that would be a challenge to find someone willing to service her. After looking my wife over, he said there would be no problem finding a very attractive and willing stud; someone she was sure my wife would be happy with.

He said: “I know of a couple of studs that would love to cuckold a Hindu husband while he was watching him service her. I’ve done that scene before where the husband loved to watch his Hindu wife being pleasured. Especially her expression when the thick long cock of her new Muslim lover widens and stretches her cunt.”

That evening after a fantastic day of sightseeing we went down to the disco in the basement. My wife was wearing a tight sexy dress and literally flowered on the dancefloor. After a couple of minute, my guy Javed came up to us. My wife looked at me surprised as I explained that he was an associate of mine. I shook his hand warmly and introduced him to my wife. Her legs went weak when she shook his hand and smiled weakly. He was so gorgeous he took her breath away. She actually blushed. The stud was everything I had imagined. At 6’2″, ruggedly handsome with chiseled dark features and piercing brown eyes, Javed was quite an impressive piece of work. Javed had a natural charm and confidence about him that put my wife instantly at ease. He would look at her side ways and focus the world completely on her. She was delighted and flattered with the attention.

I let them dance as I sipped a beer at the bar. He was totally charming, such an elegant and accomplished dancer that she could not help but be taken in. Back at the bar she listened to him talk about his country and fantastic places he had visited, totally engrossed, eyes wide. She smiled and laughed at his jokes and even teased him playfully, totally at ease. She crossed her bare legs and her skirt rode up her thighs. I could make out her hard nipples against her blouse, aroused by his attention. She could literally feel his lust in his gaze as they spoke and far from being offended she responded to him on an instinctive level. Before I could even utter a protest Javed took me aside at one point and whispered:

“If you don’t mind me saying so, I find your wife very beautiful. Nothing makes me feel more horny than a hot Hindu housewife. I must warn you though I have a big cock and she will not feel the same after I have stretched her. I would like to ask your permission to seduce her and fuck her tonight,” he said.

I went white with fear but my dick was burst in my pants.

“Sure…” I managed.

He smiled back and nodded, pleased.

“Well, I’m glad about that. I forgot to share one little fact before you agreed. I already asked and Pooja accepted.”

I felt as if I was going to implode.

Again they had danced. This time, a slow number. I could see that she was troubled by the way he danced and held her so tightly against him. I saw him kiss her briefly. She resisted but her lips responded. He was insistent, whispering some thing in her ear and kissing her again as he groped her. She appeared frightened and flustered and kept glancing guiltily in my direction. When they returned to the bar, her face was red and flushed. Her eyes seemed to shine and sparkle.

I felt jealous and excited. It was working! She was falling for him. She was aroused.

When they came back to the bar, I said to her: “Have another drink.” I poured her some more champagne and she swallowed it down nervously, compulsively even.

“I’m not feeling too good,” I said to her. It was at least partially true.

“Lets go up then,” she said to me, biting her lips with disappointment.

“No, you stay here, have a good Tome. Dance with Javed. I’ll be okay.” I responded.

She looked at me sideways, “Are you sure, darling?” She queried.

“Yeah, go ahead. I’ll see you in the morning,” I replied. “I just need a quick word with Javed, business.”

I lead him to one side.

“Here’s your chance. Fuck her if you can but make sure you leave evidence like sperm in her panties,” I encouraged.

He cocked his head to one side and gave me a wry grin.

“Do not worry. She is aroused. he replied with a wicked grin.

As I left they returned to the dance floor. Her eyes are totally wide, staring engrossed by Javed. She kept putting her hand on his arm. He put an arm around her back and they continued to laugh and talk. Pooja was pressed all over this guy. I could see through the crowd that he was constantly lowering his hand from the small of her back towards her sweet little arse. The thought of asking him to stop never even crossed her mind. She gave him a light kiss and her hand moved to his crotch.

I was again glad for my roomy pants. Watching my wife act like a brazen slut was having a definite effect on me. I left them alone for the seduction. As I peeped around the corner, I saw them making out. She was all over him. They were kissing and groping each other madly. My wife was squirming and moaning as Javed massaged her clit right through her panties. It was obvious that she was really turned on. Javed was sporting a bulge between his legs.

As I watched he slipped a hand under her T-shirt, unfastened her bra and began fondling her tits. I began stroking my own burgeoning erection as Javed kissed my wife. She had her hand down his pants. I saw her blush. She had found his stocking stuffer. I knew he was very large. This did not stop her from playing and stroking his cock to full hardness. They kissed and he slipped two fingers inside of her. Her eyes flew open at the intrusion but she continued to dance. She must have been soaked down there. I knew where it would end. Her cunt was on fire and there was only one hose to put it out. I knew that man could really fuck so I left quietly.

I went home and waited. A combination of jealousy and uncertainty gnawed at my brain. But, at the same time, I felt bad about doubting Pooja would faithful. Thinking about what Pooja was doing while I sat and waited was making my poor abused dick hard again. The feelings of betrayal and hurt were making way for lust. I felt guilty about being so turned on by my wife’s infidelity. I couldn’t believe that something so hurtful could also be so exciting. I went a little crazy. I realized that the conflicting feelings I had fueled my excitement. The dismay and betrayal I felt mad my interest and lust even stronger. My anguish over the loss of “control” over my woman excited me. I was a jumble of confused feelings that were feeding one another. That my wife could have this complete other aspect of her personality and keep it hidden from me was as appealing as it was appalling. The lady and the slut both resided in this woman, I only knew one of them.

My mental imagery was torture. I would alternate between fantasies of Javed fucking Pooja in all different positions, with fantasies of Pooja resolutely turning down his advances, saying, “No, I’m a married woman!”

Tellingly, my cock was rock hard as I imagined Javed plowing into Pooja’s pussy. With guilty perversion, I stroked myself to an incredible orgasm.

She didn’t come home until 5 a.m. I pretended to be fast asleep until she was breathing heavily. She seemed normal, like the girl I fell in love with and had been married with for the last years. But my feelings of anger, betrayal, and sexual arousal chased that image around in my head. This did not prove she had been unfaithful, I told myself.

Unfortunately, it was too dark to make out anything more than her silhouette as Pooja discarded her clothing into the hamper. Nude, she made her way to the bathroom and closed the door. I was a bit surprised to hear the shower since Pooja normally showered in the morning.

When Pooja exited the bathroom, she slipped a white nightgown over her head and got into the bed. There was no effort by Pooja to make physical contact with me. Instead, she rolled over on her sMay pimp(kadir)ach with her face away from me towards the wall. Within seconds, I could hear the sound of her deep breathing as if she was already asleep. I then slipped out of bed and checked her clothes in the bathroom. I felt shaky. My pulse raced. I knew she had fallen for him but I did not want to believe it. I needed the proof.

At first, I noticed nothing abnormal other than the smell of smoke that garments always collect in restaurants and nightclubs. Of course, I didn’t want to turn on the light so my inspection was hampered. When I retrieved Pooja’s panties, I felt an obvious wetness. In fact, the crotch was thoroughly sopping.

Instinctively, I brought the soiled panties to my nose. The aroma was striking. While I immediately recognized the feminine smell of Pooja’s sexual lubricants, there was some other smell even more evident. It was a familiar, pungent aroma… it was the same fragrance that I smelled twenty minutes earlier when my balls spewed my second load of the night.

My pure Pooja, was getting fucked by another man. I wondered if our marriage would hold up.

Could I bear to live with this obscenity? My Pooja, I love you how could you do this to me? How can you give yourself so openly, so wantonly to this young Muslim stud? She had been unfaithful to me and let a stranger plunge his cock in her chaste canal where our children had passed. She had let the young buck use her. She meant nothing to him – just a quick screw where as I loved her. I felt betrayed yet very aroused. I was shamed yet proud.

. I enjoyed the idea of sharing her. I probably wanted her to get fucked as much as she had wanted to get fucked to climax by that beautiful dark cock.

The next morning I pretended to be ill. I told her I was sick from some water I had drunk but that she should go out and enjoy herself. Go shopping, visit places. As if on cew the phone rang. It was Javed who needed to come over and give me some business papers. When he heard that I was poorly, he offered to show Pooja around. I quickly agreed. She turned red and began to protest but I insisted.

When he turned up, Pooja kissed him on the cheek. She was ill at ease but her eyes were shining with excitement. Javed handed me a padded envelope and I hurried them off. As soon as they left I opened it, my hands sweating. It was a four-hour video cassette. I held it like a ticking bomb. On the surface, I dithered, wondering if I had the right to infringe on my wife’s privacy by viewing the tapes. I made up some pretty darn good excuses to support just putting the tape back and slipping into denial. I couldn’t do it, though. I had to look. I locked the room and put up the “Do not disturb” sign. The room was equipped with a DVD. I was shaky and dry mouthed as I pointed the remote at the DVDand hit play.

The sight that greeted me on the tape is now etched on my mind. My naked wife on her back, with a huge darkie on top of her. My wife’s legs were wrapped around his lower back as he pounded into her willing pussy. For her part, she was pushing her hips up to meet his thrusts, and groaning loudly as his long shinny cock was buried itself deep inside her promiscuous womb. I realized that the tape had only been partly rewound so I stopped it and ran it back to the start. Switching to play the screen now projected a clear crisp view of the bed where his wife was going to experience her first extra-marital affair. There was no one in sight but I could hear faint indiscernible conversations.

What I saw in the next seconds left me numb. Pooja came into the room in view of the camera, a little embarrassed, it seemed, at how much she was exposed. She had on a mesh bra and the tiniest sting panties possible. They just barely covered her well-trimmed pussy hair and I could see the cleft of her cunt easily. For the first time, I realized I was actually stroking my cock as I prepared myself for a scene I knew was inevitable. I was forced to finally accept what I had up to then fantasized and plotted. On the TV, my wife was about to have sex with Javed. She sat naked and expectant beside him, undoing his pants. Freed, his cock jumped out fully erect.

Her eyes went wide with amazement.

“Oh God! It’s so big,” she exclaimed.

I too was surprised at the size and width of his weapon. Pooja lay back on the couch, her eyes were riveted to his swelling manhood. Javed reached down and bunched her skirt up around her waist. When his huge hand covered her mound, she gasped. I watched as his fingers pressed inward right over her cleft. Her head rolled to the side and she grasped his arm harder and his fingers began moving the material aside.

“Your faithful little Hindu bitch just came.” I thought to myself.

I watched as he penetrated her with one, then two fingers. The camera caught everything as he slipped into her up to his first knuckle, then the second. I could hear her gasps and moans as she fucked herself on his hand.

“Oh, my god. Oh, my god!” She moaned over and over. His dark fingers probed deeper and deeper into her pure Hindu cunt. He added a third finger and she shrieked out in the hardest orgasm I’ve ever seen. I was amazed at how much of his hand he had managed to slide into her tiny little pussy. I looked down and knew she was going to take even more. His cock was at full staff.

He then placed one hand on each knee and gently spread her legs. When her thighs were sufficiently apart, he confidently moved between them. As he leaned down to kiss her, Pooja’s hands automatically went to his ass and gently pulled. Javed teased her with the head of his prick until neither of them could stand it This whole sight was an incredible turn on, watching his dark Muslim arse moving frantically between her white thighs. There was my angel, spread-eagled on her bed with darkie firmly planted between her legs.

By now they were out in out fucking like newlyweds! Pooja wrapped her legs around his ass and she met his downward thrusts with hard upward thrusts of her own, driving his cock into her as far as she could. He pushed his hips against Pooja’s pelvis trying to bury himself as deep as possible in her pussy.

I was as hot as the two of them. My cock stood out as hard and big as I had ever known it to be. I stroked myself and loved watching Pooja’s body contort under Javed’s. I loved watching her face as it grimaced with lust and pleasure. He emptied his balls into my wife. Needless to say, I came in my pants!

I then watched Pooja fuck in various combinations and in all manner of sexual activity. In one scene, he was cunnying her. Her wet juices were sticking to his fingers as he parted her vaginal lips and rubbed and stroked her cunt while licking her. She moved her hand down to squeeze his arse and there was the Engagement ring, sparkling in the dim light of this man’s bedroom. I also watched my wife fuck and suck him with total abandon before they had no holds barred physical sex in several positions.

I looked at her innocent bright eyes and dimpled smile and saw the face buried in a stranger’s crotch. It was a good thing I was still undressed. My hard-on could not have been stiffer. There was four hours of it, all sex. It was incredibly sexy watching her come and moan aloud. By the afternoon I was numb, except for my raw cock. I packed the tape in my case and tried to figure out what to do next.

My wife and Javed had become lovers and she was obviously enjoying her newfound sexuality and her exotic partner. I did not want to spoil it for her so I decided to keep up the charade. She was not really cheating on me as I was the one who had masterminded her betrayal. I felt jealous and disturbed and at the same time glad for her enjoyment. Finally, she was getting a taste of real bliss. Javed had broken her in and stretched her cunt. Her body had been desecrated and whether I liked it or not, our relationship would never be the same again.

I had disgraced her but the sin she was experiencing would corrupt her too. She had got herself laid and she had shagged like crazy reaching unsuspected climax after shattering climax. Now she had gone back for more. Soon it would be a habit and she would be craving for Muslim cock. She was deceiving me and I her. I was frustrated and at the same time happy and aroused that she had found a Muslim friend to fuck her. The more I watched the more my sexual arousal outpaced the other feelings. As I watched those three incredible tapes, I beat off six or seven times. I stayed at least half hard all day long. My cock was sore. By the end I wasn’t producing any semen when I came.

When Pooja asked me if she could go out ‘shopping’ again I had to agree. This time she dressed in a more provocative manner: a black silk slip dress, no bra (something I’d never seen Pooja do before) She simply kissed me on the cheek and said not to wait up.

This time I got two tapes of their fucking.I watched my wife go through the Kuma Sutra and doing it both in doors and out.

She had only been dating Javed for two days, but my wife seemed to blossom. I did notice that she had a hard time looking at me as each time she looked me directly in the eyes she could not help but remember how she had recently violated her marriage vows and how she had given herself to a strange Muslim man.

While she might try to argue that she had not given herself willingly, the memories of how she had reacted and the pleasures she had experienced as Javed had had his way, shoving his enormous cock into the place only her husband had ever before been. Also hadn’t she wantonly pleasured him with her previously virginal mouth, something I had tried for years to get her to do for me?

Even in my dreams, I saw Pooja’s slender legs wrapped around Javed’s torso, bucking frantically as he battered her crotch repeatedly with his thick, erect penis. I heard Pooja moaning in orgasm in my dream, and visualized Javed’s balls tightening and shooting their load into Pooja’s convulsing cunt.

When Javed gave me the next two tapes I told him to break her in more. He looked at me perplexed, smiled and nodded. I left the details up to him. It must have been two o’clock in the morning when she got back home.

To my surprise, Pooja just climbed into bed naked, without taking a shower or putting on a nightgown. I could smell alcohol on her breath. She rolled over towards me, and kissed me, deeply thrusting her in my mouth. Her lips were loose and her saliva flowed freely all over my cheeks and chin. Pooja had never kissed me in such a wanton and messy fashion before. The taste of alcohol was unmistakable, but mixed in were flavors with which I was unfamiliar. I don’t know if it was the alcohol, but when Pooja finally withdrew her lips, my face was coated with a sticky and slimy residue.

She was so horny she began sucking on my cock. As she sucked on my cock she was also pushing a finger around my asshole. Pooja was looking straight into my eyes as she began to push her finger in me. I could not hold back any longer and I came into mouth. She just swallowed and smiled as only a little bit of cum leaked out the side of her mouth.

Before I could fully assess the situation, Pooja grabbed the back of my hair with both hands and forcefully guided my head underneath the sheets. My cheek brushed her left nipple which was erect and harder than I’d ever experienced. Pooja kept pushing my head until I was between her legs. This was quite out of the norm; Pooja had never demanded oral sex before. If I went down on her, it was always at my instigation.

There I was in the darkness, under the covers. For all intents and purposes, I was blind. Yet, my other senses were heightened. The aroma emanating from Pooja’s crotch was pungent.

Impatiently, Pooja ground my face into her groin. I could feel a hot, slimy, sticky pool of fluids soaking her pubic hair and cradled by the folds of her spread labia. Instinctively, I opened my mouth and extended my tongue into the void between her thighs.

The opening to Pooja’s vagina was enormous. It seemed wide enough to consume my nose, mouth and chin. My tongue caught a huge glob of the flow which oozed from her cunt. The strong taste was foreign to me: tart and salty with a tinge of the musky flavor of Pooja’s vaginal juices.

Now there was no denying it. I was swallowing the semen Javed’s cock had deposited deep in my wife’s pussy. Common sense, Hindu morality and years of heterosexuality dictated that I should be revolted.

But, my rigid dick and throbbing prostate said otherwise.

With a fervor, I began tonguing Pooja’s swollen and distended labia lips seeking to savor the remnants that had already escaped from her cunt. I sucked what seemed like a endless stream of semen from the depths of her vagina. All the while Pooja moaned and rocked her pelvis against my jaw. I heard myself whimpering with satisfaction as if I were a suckling infant taking nourishment from a mother’s tit.

time and time again, I tried to extend my tongue and swab Pooja’s cervix, but I couldn’t. Javed’s dick must have been not only thick as a redwood but long as one. He must have pounded Pooja’s cervix well up into her belly.

After Pooja had convulsed in orgasm, a thicker flow of cum poured forth. I lapped it up and became to wonder if Javed’s sperm had made its way into Pooja’s womb. Even though I knew Pooja was on the pill, the thought of Javed’s virile seed swimming in search of one of Pooja’s eggs, sent me over the edge. Without even touching myself, I came again, my semen pooling on the mattress as I continued to coax every drop of Javed’s semen from my wife’s folds.

The next morning (which seemed to come to soon), I awoke with a crusty residue coating my face. Javed and Pooja’s combined juices had dried like a tight mask. I showered and left for work, leaving Pooja asleep. Her face seemed contented. It was with renewed interest that I watched the next batch of tapes. As he had handed them to me he admitted that he had slipped her something. I had noticed that my wife was very groggy and looked absolutely shattered even now, the morning after.

After they left, I put on the tape with expectation. My wife already had twenty hours of extra marital fucking behind her. What had Javed imagined now?

The first scene showed them in bed having slow sex and chatting.

As he fucked her, Javed was asking her if she fancied having sex with a stranger Muslim blindfolded.

“Oh yes,” she sighed nearing her climax, “being blindfolded and made love to by a man I could not see.”

“Do you think you could tell if it was me or not?” Javed asked.

“Oh yes, do it just like that, a little harder!” she moaned, “I think I could up to a point. After that I probably wouldn’t care!” Her orgasm was approaching quickly. She began to undulate beneath the Thai like a dancer. He accelerated his movements.

“How about if we do it? I’ll take you somewhere, undress you and blindfold you, then leave. A man will then come and make love to you. You won’t know if it’s me or not.”

“Uhm, I like that! Oh yes! I’m coming!” she wailed writhing under him in delight, the intensity of her climax enhanced by the spiciness of her fantasy as he felt her cream beginning to coat his nuts pressed against her anal cavity. She slowly calmed and regained her breathing.

“You can talk me into anything when I’m coming. But listen, if it isn’t you then you had better make damn sure it’s someone you really trust with me.”

What a sex pig my wife had become. It wasn’t enough having fucked her “boy friend” all weekend she now had to try on his friend for size. Next scene she was in a room, naked on a bed except for a blindfold.

“Are you frightened?” Javed asked noticing that she was shivering in cold and anticipation.

“Yes,” she sighed, “I love to be frightened.”

“I’m going to leave now. A man will come and make love to you. It may be me, it may be someone else, that’s the fantasy.”

“If it is someone else!” she hesitated.

“Yes?”

“Tell him not to be too gentle, I want to come, and I want to feel his spunk as he shoots it into me!”

With that Javed moved away out of view. I waited for some time and with the beginnings of fear then I saw a movement on the other side.

The photographer, a certain “Sajid”, came into view and sat his camera down next to her. She straightened tensely. Looking down on her indescribably body I could barely control myself. She could hear Sajid approaching and was visibly trembling with both fear and arousal.

He knelt over her from behind reaching around her to cup her breasts with both hands. She jumped at his first touch. She was trembling. His hand cupped her erect nipple and squeezed the other perfect globe. I could hear her moan and whimper on the tape. She turned her head and accepted his kiss as he caressed her breasts with growing ardor. Then he was kissing and nipping at her rounded shoulders with his lips as he urged her onto her hands and knees.

I had my own organ free of my jeans by now and was stroking it quickly. Sitting next to year on the bed, Sajid had moved his hand onto her leg, starting at her knee, but had inched his way up onto her thigh. I was beginning to wonder how far she would let this stranger go, or if she had the willpower to stop him at all at this point. I wondered too if I had the willpower to stop this whole affair.

She was steaming hot to my touch.

“No more!” she whimpered pitifully, “Take me, please!”

He reached out and felt her bare pussy, as he laughed and said, “Javed, it seems well fucked.”

Sajid commented how attractive she looked. Javed came back. He was smoking a joint. She gasped, I guess because Sajid’s hand was now brushing her pussy mound or maybe because Javed kissed her with deep tongue kisses as Sajid’s hand felt Pooja’s pussy, slipping a finger or two into her cunt. She grabbed his cock with one hand and reached around his waist with the other. She told Javed that he better not mind sharing.

Javed’s huge cock had appeared and Pooja now had a lip lock on it again.

Watching Pooja suck Javed’s cock gave me chills knowing how good it felt to have those lips on mine. After numerous orgasms, it was obvious that Pooja was in heaven, being ravished like this. Sajid’s own cock dangled near her lips.

Javed moved away and disappeared for a moment. She still hadn’t caught her breath when Sajid rolled her over onto her back. Sajid positioned himself between her spread legs and reaching behind her knees, he pressed her legs up to her chest.

He was oozing pre-cum and so was she. As she rubbed his prick along her cunt lips he began to push. She opened her long strong legs and clasped them tight as he guided his cock into her opening. She lost her breath and grabbed him by his waist.

As she clawed at the blanket with both hands he pulled back just a little and then plunged back into her. He began to fuck her steadily. He was inside her pussy, only the third man she had ever had and the second within the last two minutes, before she realized what was happening.

A long, low moan escaped her lips as he began pumping her. At first, I thought it was in protest, then I noticed she was rocking her hips in rhythm to his thrusts.

“Oh God, Javed! Sajid! I don’t care! Just fuck me, harder! Harder!” she shrieked in agonized ecstasy bucking and twisting violently. My own juices were boiling up from every gland as I watched.

I stopped the tape and just sat there in shock. I tried to examine my feelings. Beyond the surprise, I was hurt. How could she do this to me? How could she be so deceptive and betray me while she acted so normal a close when we were together. Sex was something we had learned and explored together, something special between us. I also questioned myself. What had I done wrong? Was I not good enough to satisfy her? Was I somehow inadequate as a lover?

I turned the tape back on. Maybe I could find out what was missing between Pooja and I. Maybe I could find an answer from the tape. She continued to suck and fuck the two men in the same position for ten or fifteen minutes, slowly building up speed the whole time. Finally, she was slamming herself into the man under her, fucking his big cock, and plunging the other guy’s dick into her open mouth. She came first, moaning and rolling her eyes as she stopped moving her body. You could see her tremble and flex as the orgasm rolled through her body.

“Oh, God! He’s so good! He’s fucking me so good!”

“That’s what you need,Hindu slut”, he hissed at her, “I’m breeding you for your husband right now slut. I’m going to cum as much as I want in your naked cunt like you deserve!”

It was at this point that I got my second shock of the night. I was turned on beyond belief at the debauchery of my Hindu wife with these two Muslim men. I was on the verge of cumming in my pants without having touched myself. I stopped and reran the tape. I couldn’t understand why I was so excited at something that hurt so deeply. I grabbed a beer, downed it in gulps. Then I sat at the table with a second beer and tried, with little success, to sort out the confusion in my head.

After pumping my wife full of his sperm, Sajid gave way to Javed, who likewise stuffed her pussy full despite being full of cum already. She seemed to love having it in her that way she moaned and bucked against it. It didn’t take long however until he too was finished.

When I spoke to Javed the next day, he grinned and said: “Did you like my little surprise, heh? She was so high on crack she fucked us both for hours. You liked the tapes?” Noticing my erection, Javed taunted: “You seem to really enjoy being a cuckold. You really liked watching those studs having their way with your wife. You had a good view of those cocks going into Pooja and she really liked it. I can hardly wait till the next time. You want me maybe to have her broken in for you even more?”

I was about to say something but stopped at the thought. My dick grew very hard.

“Sounds interesting. What are you suggesting?” I asked cautiously.

Maybe we could get her doped up and do a gang-bang and film her. Then threaten to use the tapes?” He suggested casually.

“I want at least three guys, all Muslim. She must have lots of it at the same time.” I declared. “And I want them to do really nasty shit to her. Arse fuck her, come all over her face and hair. No condoms. If she ends up pregnant with someone else’s Muslim baby I don’t care. If they got really wild and raunchy as well as $500, I will let you sell the tape on the porno market.”

He grinned. He too wanted three Muslim men to service her. Javed said he knew of three Muslim studs who would be happy to service my beautiful wife.

“They don’t wear condoms; I think you will enjoy watching these bare Muslim cocks going into your wife and besides they will want to leave something in her so she will remember them. They’ve had other Hindu husbands who have enjoyed watching us servicing their wives with no protection. Maybe they will get her pregnant. Just think of the added excitement for you and your wife, thinking about maybe getting pregnant. Real nasty.” The money really charged him up and I could hear the wheels turning in his head. When she came back from ‘shopping’ with Javed late that evening she showered and came to bed. When she gave me a kiss goodnight, I couldn’t help wondering where her mouth had been earlier. How many loads of cum had she had there. How much pussy juice had passed those lips?

I lay there for hours, listening to my slut wife sleep a sated sleep, debating with my self. I didn’t want to lose Pooja. I loved her. I considered confronting her with what I knew and presenting her with an ultimatum to stop. But I feared that she would decide that whatever she was getting outside of our marriage was better than what she was getting at home. I thought about trying to guilt her into telling me that she had done something and use that as an opening to convince her to stop. That didn’t seem very likely, though.

when Javed came to pick her up again, dropping off the tapes, I instantly pounced on them. Sure enough the tape showed her smoking weed at a dirty tattoo parlor and being pierced and branded. Then one of the girls handed her a pair of scissors.

She started cutting her pussy hairs. She usually kept her cunt trimmed very close for men to see her clit but now she would have a totally shaved pussy!

The next take showed Pooja listened to Javed’s instructions. She seemed dispirited and seemingly broken when he told her that they where going to a party where she would entertain some Muslim friends of his. Although she said nothing her reluctance could be seen in her eyes. The next scene started with the sound of running water in the bathroom. A Muslim stud meandered into the bedroom and picked up the phone, He called what were obviously a couple friends and said, “Yoh, you all need to get up to room 617 of the Hilton hotel Got a fine looking Hindu bitch lined up for us! Get over her soon as ya can!”

I don’t know what was said on the other half of the call, but it was clear to me that he was lining Pooja up for some group action! I could not believe it, but at the same time I was scared for her. A few minutes later Pooja emerged from the shower clothed only in her robe. The Muslim stud immediately gave her a tall glass of brandy. Pooja drank it and he filled it again as they talked and caressed. I am not sure if she even noticed as he re-filled her glass.

The camera panned around. I could see another woman on the bed. She was naked and had a Muslim man fucking her from behind while she sucked another Muslim in her mouth. What a slut! I suddenly took note of the women’s outfit.

Soon his hands were moving on her and she responded back as well. She was transfixed by the size of his cock as she gently stroked and massaged it to hardness. As the man screwing the woman from behind on the bed moaned and shot his sperm into the slut, the Muslim with .

“Spread your legs.” He grunted.

Trembling she slowly parted her thighs. He moved his hands up her legs to her pussy. There was no resistance at all from my wife. He ran his finger in between the folds of her cunt, then pushed deep in to her. She gave a audible gasp as he slowly drew his finger out, lifting it he showed Pooja and the camera how wet it was.

She just spread her legs wide as she lay allowing his hands to do what they pleased. Before long I was witnessing his cock as it entered her mouth! Pooja began to suck his cock, her head moving up and down as she took the full length into her mouth.

The Muslim maneuvered around until they were sideways onto the camera so that cameraman could capture on film the sight of the long prick sliding in and out of her greedy mouth.

The other woman started to stand. The two men talked. They were deciding who would fuck her and when, she heard them talking about her mouth, her ass, how big and firm her tits were and what they were going to do to her.

As soon as the other woman left, Pooja was pulled to the bed.

The man who had been receiving the blow job from the other girl positioned her on her hands and knees. As she turned to look her hair was pulled, her head jerked up, her eyes opened and she stared at an enormous thick hard cock that was aiming at her mouth.

“Come on Pooja suck the meat.”

Her eyes closed again, the jerk on her hair was enough for her to give up any resistance, she opened her mouth and accepted the thick meat that shoved its way over her tongue.

I watched as she sucked his dick too into her mouth. It was a erotic scene. I don’t even have words to describe what it was like to see my sweet wife sucking off a second Muslim stranger. Just the contrast of the skin was amazing.

But as she lay there sucking his meat I saw the light from the hallway as the hall door opened into the first room of the suite. Obviously he had not shut the door. I could see when the door shut behind the newcomers. I could only guess they were this studs friends. Sure enough. In a moment two well-built Muslim men walked into the bedroom quietly. Pooja was positioned in a way that did not allow her to se the doorway between the bedroom and living room of the suite as she sucked the Muslim cock in her mouth. The guy she was sucking gently raised his finger to his lips telling the two new guys to be quiet.

Her legs where forced apart.

“The fucking slut is soaked down here, she’s gagging for some cock,” He told his mates. They laughed.

She pulled off the Muslim cock in her mouth in shock as she looked back to the stranger in the room. But the main man quickly pulled her mouth back to his dick saying:

“No need to worry babe, just a couple more friends of mine here to make your experience more enjoyable!” He almost laughed as he said it.

Pooja was shocked but the alcohol and drugs was at full affect now so she resumed sucking his cock while the other guy undressed, the third guy sat in a chair and watched.

The camera angle shifted to a close up. Then the first guy said, “Come on Firoz, look at what this sweet Hindu girl is doing to my cock, see how hard she working, why don’t you give her some Muslim cock to satisfy that pussy of hers while she sucks my cock! She want you to slam this big Muslim pecker into her Hindu cunt.”

Firoz at that point took off his pants revealing a cock close to equaling the first stud’s he was maybe even bigger as he was taller as well, not quite as built but muscular nonetheless. He lifted Pooja’s hips up a bit as she was quite relaxed as she sucked the first cock, he positioned himself behind her.

He forced four fingers into her pussy and she felt shame as his fingers where quickly covered in her own juices letting him push his thumb inside her pussy too. He fucked her pussy hard each thrust getting more of his hand inside her until he had his entire hand up her cunt. She almost passed out with the lack of air and the sheer sexual excitement of it all, her pussy was on fire literally pumping hot juice onto the hand that was fisting her and she did her best to suck the huge cock in her mouth.

“Hindu trash whore, suck my Muslim cock,” she heard making her come on the spot, she bucked her hips.

Taking his cock, he positioned it against her damp pussy hole. The man leaned forward and pushed his cock up into my wife’s cunt. Pooja gasped as she stretched to accommodate his solid prick. Pooja was so wet that the Muslim man continued to push and slipped right up her cunt in one movement. Once fully embedded he gyrated his hips and caused Pooja to squeal in pleasure. The image captured on film of my wife’s red face twisted in pleasure is unforgettable.

The camera then zoomed out to show Pooja getting it in both ends. grabbing handfuls of her hair as he fucked her face. Pooja was running her hand between his legs, stroking his balls and ass. It must have been at least 10 minutes that this went on before the first guy (Izazl) spoke again, to Firoz:

“Firoz what ya think of this sweet thing?”

He replied: “Just love the way her sweet pussy feels around my Muslim dick, nice tight and so smooth!”

Izazl hands were now guiding her head more forcefully as he began to fuck her face lewdly. Pooja never had a chance to protest what then happened. He thrust forward and pushed her head down as he came!

“Aww yeah swallow it baby!” he exclaimed as he let his cum gush into my wife’s mouth.

Pooja’s eyes opened wide in shocked surprise too late as it was already happening, nonetheless she closed her eyes again and swallowed his sperm! I can honestly say in 12 years of marriage she only halfway took a load from me three times and even then she didn’t swallow.

Izazl removed his spent yet still hard cock from her mouth and moved aside. He was quickly replaced by the third man, Abdul. Abdul was the biggest of the three and so was his cock it was probably 11 inched long coal Muslim and thick.

“Now you ready for a real cock honey, time for you to really earn that pleasure Firoz be giving you!” in his slow quiet voice. He pulled Pooja’s hair back into a ponytail, fed her his cock and watched her get to work on it.

Firoz, sensing he was close to spurting, grabbed Pooja’s hips even tighter and gave it everything he had. Pooja came at the same time and wailed in pleasure as her final orgasm ripped through her body.

Her cunt contracted around Firoz’s shaft and milked out every single drop of spunk, she wanted it all.

After a few minutes the men pulled out and laid my wife on the floor. The Muslim guys then took turns between Pooja’s legs, sliding their meat into her well-fucked pussy. The other guy went around and knelt at her head, straddling her face. After allowing my bride to lick his balls he began to feed his cock into her mouth. Pooja tilted her head back to take all of his cock down her throat.

Meanwhile, the first Muslim man was spreading her legs wide allowing himself better access to her hot little cunt. My wife was moaning like a whore as she took it in both ends.

Abdul continued his oral assault for a few minutes before deciding to try out her pussy again. He lay back on the bed and had Pooja slowly lower her pussy onto him.

The very idea of sitting on this guy’s huge cock had her almost coming but she felt so guilty about it, she should scream for help or run but she didn’t, instead she reached down and found his cock then guided it to her pussy. Her tits where all over his face blocking him from view but as she sank down onto the biggest cock her soft pussy had ever had she cried out with pleasure. Even after all the fucking she had had, it took her some getting used to with the size of Abdul’s big Muslim dick.

“Come you slut, move. Fuck me hard bitch. Fuck me,” he snarled banging up into her violently. She was banged forward slapping her tits against his face and she felt him bite and suck them not just her nipples but anywhere like an animal and she loved it, she felt the orgasm building and knew it would be huge, this would be the first time she ever came from just a cock in her pussy.

She was really getting into the fucking as she was moaning incessantly, but then Abdul held her still on his cock as Izazl spread her butt cheeks wide apart. I noticed he has a bottle of lubricant in his hand which he squirted on to Pooja’s.

Abdul wet his finger with the cum that was oozing out of her hole and began to lube up her tight arse. As the camera switched back to Izazl, I could see that he too was going to sample my wife’s tight little ass. Her only response was to moan even louder than she had been. While Izaz continued to ram his cock into her hot pussy, Abdul slowly inserted a finger into her tight arse. She made no move to stop his as he fingered her arse while Izaz was pounding her cunt. He pressed the head of his cock to her butt. This was virgin territory and I am sure he knew it.

I watched as the cock enter my wife’s arse. It was not mine but that of a Muslim stranger she had just met. She cried out in pain and tried to wriggle away from the pressure but he pulled her head back roughly by her hair and pushed some more.

I wanted to comfort her and kiss her. Her eyes were closed tight and her teeth gritted in a grimace.

She felt her ass cheeks being pulled apart. She felt the head of a long cock being forced in to the entrance, she tried to turn but the other cock was slapping at her face, strong hands were clamped ether side of her head as the cock pushed at her lips. As Izazl thrust his cock into her ass all the way Firoz filled her mouth with his Muslim rod. The pain of the cock pushing open her rectum made her squeal but that was just enough time for the cock to fill her mouth, she wiggled her ass trying to dislodge this monster, she feared it would rip her in two but it still drove in, slowly at first then hard, she felt it as though it was filling her entire being, then it began to slide in, fucking her slowly, never had she felt that experience before.

She lost all strength as she came, it rocked her heavy body and made her slump onto the man below her. It was a scene that would remain burned into my memory. The sight of my little tiny wife sandwiched between two men, one fucking her ass and the other fucking her cunt while she sucked off the third.

Suddenly Firoz rose up thrust his cock deeper into her mouth as he erupted with a grunt, “Aww yes, drink it up baby!” He pulled out of her mouth and let the last spurts hit her face across her lips, then Firoz proceeded to wipe her face with his cock then brought it to her mouth, “Clean it off babe, I wanna see you use those sweet white lips to clean off my this big Muslim dick!”

I could see her anus still stretched out from his invasion. He walked over to the bathroom to wash up while Pooja rode Abdul even harder now that it was just the two of them, cum leaked from her butt as she moved her hips up and down on Abdul’s long Muslim cock. In his slow way of speaking Abdul spoke: “You sure like my Muslim cock don’t ya honey?”

Pooja responded with a “mmhmm” as she enjoyed the deepest parts of her vagina being stimulated by the Muslim snake working in and out of her pussy.

This went on about 10 to 15 minutes before he lifted Pooja off of him. Firoz was on the far right of the couch sitting pretty much normally, Pooja was laying on her side, facing the front of the couch, the back of her head rested on Firoz’ chest. Abdul was laying on his side as well leaning toward Firoz, but behind Pooja. Abdul moved first, he lifted Pooja’s top leg up and pulled it over and around his massive Muslim legs. He then shifted himself down somewhat to get his cock positioned at her pussy- hole. It was obscene the way he had her spread out. He sank his thick, long Muslim cock into my wife’s pussy to her moans and sighs. It seemed there was no end to his shaft as he sank it into her. Before long they were fucking in rhythm with one another.

Firoz then pushed her head gently down and she was soon licking, and kissing and sucking the first few inches of his dark cock as her head rested on his belly. Another dual Muslim threesome for my wife. If this wasn’t slutty enough, it soon got more so. Izazl was obviously excited by what was going on as he watched my sexy white wife being stuffed by two Muslim dicks. He added a third one to the mix. Izazl joined them at the armrest of the couch. He brought his cock close to Pooja’s mouth as she sucked on Firoz. Pooja noticed the fresh cock in her view and went to work on his as well alternating between Izazl’s cock and Firoz’. It was so dirty watching her get fucked by one Muslim dick as she took turns on two more with her mouth. Whoever she wasn’t sucking was getting stroked by her hands.

Abdul soon grunted “Oh yeah, Oh yeah, Mmm!” His body jerked as he came! He emptied his balls into Pooja’s waiting vagina!.

Izak pulled Pooja over and off the couch, to her knees, Firoz moved quickly so Pooja could resume sucking his cock as she knelt before him. Izazl knelt between her legs, inserting his cock into my wife’s cum-filled pussy, taking her doggy style.

Finally Izazl was taking to his limit, but he wasn’t going to dump his load into my wife’s well- spermed pussy. Instead he pulled his cock out, slick with her cunt juice and then pulled Pooja up and off of Firoz. Pooja knew what he wanted as she dropped to her knees before Izazl. It was almost like an act of worship as she took his cock into her mouth.

I saw his cock throb as his body tensed. At the same moment he pushed his cock down to her face and with his left hand holding her firmly in place he exploded on my wife’s face and mouth. Izazl grabbed the bottle of brandy and handed it to her. Pooja took a few long drinks from the bottle. Firoz was obviously ready and wanting her to get back to work on him after his blow-job was so suddenly interrupted by Izazl pulling her off him.

At the same time he reached out and pulled her back onto the couch. He pulled her up onto his lap, she still facing forward from the couch. He lifted her up and positioned his cock at her hole and lowered her down onto his cock. He started to fuck her and then spread her legs obscenely wide giving me as well as Izazl and Abdul a perfect view of his cock pounding her cunt. Her cunt-lips widely spread out on his massive Muslim dick.

Pooja was leaning back against him as he fucked her. What was even more shocking (hard to explain considering what she’d been doing all night) was when she moved slightly to one side and leaned her head back over his shoulder and twisted her neck to face him as best she could in that position Firoz twisted his head and leaned into her and their mouth joined in a kiss. It was a strange combo of pure sluttiness and romance almost which made it all the more exciting.. Firoz reached an arm around to fondle her tits as well.

That is one of the most memorable moments that night!

After a good fifteen minutes of this Firoz increased his thrusts and then threw his head back against the couch, as did Pooja as they came together. His cum rushed through his cock into my wife’s unprotected womb.

I had just watched her sucking and fucking four different men, all Muslim in all manner of sexual activity. Their cocks had taken her repeatedly over and over in every hole. They had come in her pussy, arse, hair and face. Seeing my Hindu wife slutting for a Muslim men was powerful. It somehow shouted that all morals, decency, and taboos were out the window.

I was breathless. I was also steel hard. As I watched the incredible tape, I beat off several times. I was drained but proud watching this. They all lay quiet and exhausted in that strange state of satisfaction and guilt that can come after sex.

My wife came home early, she looked pale and sick, her legs were wobbly, she had problems walking from all the fucking and she went to bed. I slipped out and quickly called Javed to find out what had happened. Laughing, he told me that he had showed her the last tape and threatened to show it to me and send it to her family unless she agreed to whore evenings for him in a friend’s topless bar and pay him five thousand dollars. She had broken down in tears, and pleaded with him. He had agreed to let her do one week to start with as long as she convinced me to let her do it.

“What’s in it for me?” I asked.

“First you won’t need to pay me anymore. She can earn her keep the same as the other Hindu girls. Besides your just having her warm body at nights, she’ll also work for me. She’ll have to entertain my important business associates.”

I realized that he was arranging for her to fuck his clients.

“Don’t worry,” added Javed. “I promise you she will soon be regularly stuffing her pussy with strange Muslim cock and you will get a cut of the cock money. In fact you could even can sell her and get some money back?” He said.

I realized that I, her husband was setting her up to be a whore! I guess she was a slut anyway. Only a slut would meet her Muslim boyfriend’s clients and fuck them for money

“What if my wife enjoys it?” I said appalled and aroused.

“That would be you bonus. You would have your own well used but trained slut at the end.” He replied with a dirty laugh.

Her blissful and carefree affair had come crashing down on my beautiful young faithful wife Pooja… Trapped, she would have no choice but to agree to work for Javed.

When I got back she seemed to have recovered somewhat. She told me that she had gone over budget on her shopping but that Javed had offered to find her a small temporary job. She did not have any qualifications but he knew of an opening for a young good looking woman to work as a bargirl in a lap dancing joint.

She had reluctantly told me: “I’m willing to give it a try, or at least find out more if the vacancy is still open. Do you think I’m pretty enough to work there?” She asked, with a nervous laugh.

“Of course you are! You’re really gorgeous and sexy!” I exclaimed. She kissed me.

To be continued…

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2 Comments

  1. Absolutely ravishing, i am very very wet reading this
    Bhagwan har hindu aurat ko aise hisamajhdar pati de, jo apni jawan khhubsurat bIWI ko musalman mardo ke hawale kare
    SSSSSSLLLLRRRRRRRRPPPPPP

  2. what matters more is how well we let them achieve the experience of cloud 9…
    Hindu auraton ko jaannat tak le jaana hamara shauk b hai or unke liye asli khushi ka ehsas b.
    Hangout mdsaif10ahmad

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