I always wanted more from life, my marriage and my husband Jamil. Our marriage was an arranged one, which is still a custom in our culture, and I come from a very respectable and conservative family. I am a 34 year old housewife; I stand 5' 3" with curves in all the right places. I'm highly educated but not career minded, unfortunately neither is my husband. While I am quite proud of my voluptuous body; I try to wear refined or conservative clothes to be respectful, however it does nothing to hide my lush figure.

Even while at home wearing my usual shilwar qameez my 38-28-38 figures is not hidden. Regular exercise has helped me keep off the unwanted flab and stay trim and toned. Even though I've been married for the last 16 years I still get a lot of attention wherever I go. People are always shocked when they learn I'm married with 3 children of my own. I was aware that I was the dream girl of dozens of boys in school. I was adept at teasing my husband's friends and any other male that saw me, particularly when I wore a shilwar with a sleeveless qameez and emphasized the sultry sway of my hips. I had the appearance of the classic upper-class lady in our society.

After 16 years of marriage I was emotionally and physically unsatisfied with my husband. Truthfully I never had been. We wouldn't make love for months at a time and even if I tried to initiate it he would quietly turn me down giving me some excuse as to why he didn't want to have sex. The urge for more sex much more often was beginning to overwhelm me. In addition to the lack of sex my husband's income was not sufficient to cater to my taste or needs.

I would like to explain how I became prey to a man who is my husband's best friend. Sarfaraz is a very attractive man in his early 40's. He has a killer sex appeal that could cause a woman to orgasm without even touching her. At our initial meeting during the first hour following his arrival our eyes met each others at least a dozen times and I just had this feeling that he intended to seduce me. We were at a party in the home of a common friend of my husband's and his at the time. I kept noticing him looking at me and I would catch him out of the corner of my eye watching me while I was talking or laughing with other women. After some time my husband finally introduced us, I had heard a great deal about him from Jamil, I just hadn't met him yet.

At that first meeting he told me that I was the most polite and well mannered woman he'd ever met and he just had to talk to me. To be honest I was very impressed with him. He was highly intelligent and fun to be around. We talked as if we'd know each other for a long time. For the first time in my life I had fallen in love with a man within a few moments of meeting him. Sarfaraz was the only man to ever warm me in all the right places; my mind, my heart, and perhaps most importantly, my loins. I loved his deep black eyes and the boyish grin he could call on at a moments notice. The way he looked at me made me tremble with need. He was alluring and self-assured; the way he interacted with people just emanated confidence.

Perhaps that's why he couldn't help himself when I passed by his table that night. He reached out and quickly took my hand in his, our eyes met for a brief moment before I lowered my gaze to the floor and pulled my hand from his grasp. I was intrigued by him and not ready to leave the party. I wished to have the opportunity to meet him at another time and place.

My physical desire for this extremely handsome man became irresistible. In a quick moment he impacted me, beyond what I ever believed possible. His personality, black piercing eyes, the general way he spoke and lastly his intoxicating scent. Every night I imagined him making love to me as I fingered myself to orgasm. He became my object of lust and fantasy. We hadn't had and any reason to come into contact with each other since that night, while I tried my best I simply could not erase the man from my senses.

One evening after few weeks after the party the phone rang, when I picked it up to answer it I was surprised to hear his voice on the other line. My heart began to beat rapidly the moment I recognized his sexy voice. I was so nervous I could barely carry on a polite conversation. After the routine hellos he asked about my husband and I informed him that he was not at home at the time.

He asked me "Where can he possibly be at this late hour?"

"He usually comes home late. I can tell him you called as soon as he gets in," I replied.

He told me he enjoyed the night of the party very much, that it was a pleasure to meet me in person and he remembered wishing he could have spent more time getting to know me. Hearing him say this made me happy. I was relieved to know that I wasn't the only one affected by our meeting, however it still made me very nervous. After all I was a married woman, albeit unhappily. Then he surprised me again when he asked if it was all right to call me again in the future.

"Sure, why not? You can call me any time," I told him.

Even as we said our goodbyes I was anticipating his next call. To my amazement he called two days later. This began our relationship; we would simply call back and forth and talk, getting to know each other. Initially it started out as occasionally but soon became a daily event. As the days went by I began to think of him constantly and looked forward to the times when we would talk. I knew I had no right to call him without my husband's knowledge, but he always knew exactly what to say and when to say it. His sweet words to me were the sunshine in my day. It was a secret that I held close to my heart, for discovery would most certainly put an end to it.

We only ever talked on the phone, never met in person, but he always asked to meet with me. I was afraid to meet him alone so I tried to discourage him. One day apparently he'd had enough and gave me and ultimatum.

He said he would no longer call me and speak with me without being able to meet me in person. I implored him to understand my position as a married woman but he was adamant in his refusal to continue the way we had been.

Finally I said, "I really want to meet you but where could we possibly meet and how?"

"Anywhere you want, wherever you want. As long as I get to see you." He responded.

"Of course I want to, but I'm afraid," I implored, praying he'd understand, but he told me we could meet in any restaurant. I knew that was simply impossible because it was way too public.

So he finally said, "How about meeting me for a movie?"

I knew that I could not refuse his request without offending him and possibly severing our connection. So I reluctantly agreed and set up a date when my husband would be out of town. He told me which theatre to meet him at and at the end of the call I knew what I was doing was wrong but I was past caring at this point.

Seeing him standing outside the theatre waiting for me made my stomach clench. Just as I was about to turn around and leave his eyes locked with mine and I knew my fate was sealed. I walked towards to him and we quickly went inside to avoid the groups of people loitering outside. Once we were seated, the lights flicked off and the opening credits began. He leaned over and whispered in my ear,

"Are you nervous?"

"A little," I said.

Though I knew better, I was more excited than nervous. He slipped his arm around my waist and held me as close to him as the theatre seats would allow.

"I'm so glad we were finally able to meet again" he proclaimed.

"I feel the same, I knew I'd enjoy being with you as soon as we started chatting on the phone."

"Are you comfortable now?" he asked me.

"Yeah, completely. I'm really enjoying your company and the movie." I replied.

"Don't tell me that, this movie is so boring!" he proclaimed, "Let's go somewhere else."

"Where else can we go?"

"We can go somewhere quieter."

"Like where?"

"Don't worry I won't bite you." He chuckled.

"Please be careful, don't get me into trouble with my husband." I begged.

"Trust me," he said.

For some reason at that moment I did trust him. So we left the movie theatre before the intermission and walked into the parking lot. When we got to his car he opened the passenger door for me and I and got in somewhat nervously. He shut the door and walked around to slip into the driver's seat. We pulled out of the parking lot as I looked around nervously, I wanted to be with this man, but was afraid of what might happen if we were discovered. After driving around for a few minutes he pulled into the mall and I looked at him questioningly, wondering what he was doing.

"Please lets go in side"

"For what?"

"For shopping purposes, what can one do in a mall except shop?" Sarfaraz joked.

"I should wait here, I don't want anyone who might know my husband seeing us together." I stated.

"Well it wouldn't be right for you to wait here, and this also gives us a chance to get to know each other better, and you should have to help me." he countered.

I relented and we walked into the mall. While we were window-shopping, he asked me to help him find some things for his beautiful lady. My immediate reaction was who is this woman why is he buying things for her, but then I remembered I didn't have the right to be jealous and asked him.

"Who's your beautiful lady? Your wife?"

"Yes," he whispered in my ear.

Then he winked at me and began dragging me into various stores, selecting various items. So for the next hour he bought perfumes, cosmetics and other things women adore. Most things he bought were things I had selected and I was beginning to wonder about this other woman and whether she would like these things or not. I had never seen anyone spend that much money on frivolous things before

As we were walking from the mall back to his car we were talking about the purchases.

"I'm glad you helped me pick these out. Are there any in particular that you liked?" He asked.

I blushed a bit at the question but replied, "I think any woman would be more than pleased with everything."

The trip back to the theatre to retrieve my car was a quiet one. It was a comfortable silence that we both enjoyed and neither tried to break. After we arrived at my car and he'd opened the door for me, he surprised me when he told me to take the packages.

"Thank you very much, but I couldn't take these!" I exclaimed as he tried to place the bags in my hands.

"But they are all for you," he protested.

"You said that you were buying them for your beautiful lady," I argued.

"You are my beautiful lady Saima." he countered.

"But I never would have helped you pick out so many things if I knew you were buying them for me."

"Don't break my heart, please accept them," he begged.

"Please I don't need all these ."

"If you don't keep them I won't speak to you ever again," He stated.

So I took the bags, a bit grudgingly, having no idea how I was going to explain to my husband where all these things came from. As I drove off that night I began to wonder what I had gotten myself into. I couldn't just tell my husband about it he would be furious with me for having met with Sarfaraz in the first place. While Jamil was what is considered progressive for our culture, meeting with a man alone would be beyond anything he would consider okay. I knew I had to be careful, being with Sarfaraz could very well destroy my life. Out of politeness and a sense of honor I called him the next day to thank him for the gifts.

After that we met dozens of times in different places, but he didn't touch me in that way again. We would talk and laugh, spending time with each other, falling more and more in love. He always told me he wanted to meet with me at my home or his but I did my best to discourage him, because I knew that the temptation would be too much. Then one day he told me that he wanted to meet with me at my home, and if I didn't then he would have to quit seeing me. I was devastated. I didn't want to lose him from my life, so one day when my husband was out of town and was not to be back for three days, and my children were gone to visit their grandparents, I invited him to my home.

At first I was scared to be alone with him, I was dangerously attracted to him, and I knew the temptation would be unbearable. I tried to convince myself that nothing would happen that he just wanted to spend some time with me privately, so we could talk and act however we wanted without the fear of word getting back to my husband by someone that might see us out in public.

However, I knew this was a lie I was using to console my conscience because I knew what I was doing was wrong. When he called to inform me that he would be there shortly, my stomach clench with nerves. I checked my appearance in the mirror and while I knew I looked sexy, I wished to be able to change my clothes, instead settled on dabbing on his favorite scent.

When he finally arrived the air was electric and my nerves were apparent as he gave me a reassuring smile. I was wearing my typical shilwar and qameez like a normal loving wife, and I acted as a proper hostess should and invited him in to the living room to sit down. The air was thick with the smell of anticipation. I could barely breathe around him; the sexual tension was so overwhelming.

In that moment I knew we were going to make love and I knew it was going to be amazing, for the simple fact that I was so much in love with him. Both guilt and excitement washed through my body making me dizzy with the conflicting emotions. I was going to sleep with him in spite of him being my husband's friend.

We sat near each other on the sofa and after some light talking he asked me directly, "Would you mind if I kissed you?"

Before I even had the chance to respond he took my face in his hands and kissed my lips ever so gently. I felt like I was a teenager being kissed for the first time. My heart was pounding and I didn't know what to do but respond in the same way. He put an arm around my waist and pulled me to him so that my body was touching his body.

As he gripped me tightly and started exploring my body I didn't see any harm in it so I allowed it, after all he'd done so much for me so I thought he deserved to have some fun. As his hands continued to caress my body the thought that I had to stop the madness kept flickering through my mind. I slowly ended the kiss and got up and started to walk into the kitchen.

When he asked me, "What are you doing?"

"I thought you might like some coffee or tea," I replied.

"Sure thanks," he responded.

While I was in there making the coffee, he came up behind and I felt his hand on my butt. I tried to turn around but grabbed me and pulled me against him and I could feel his rod pressing into my buttocks. He held me by the waist and began rubbing his hard cock between my ass cheeks. I was speechless as he began to caress my neck with his lips. Rubbing them back and forth, feeling his warm breathe against my skin I began to get more aroused and my breathing began to speed up.

He started exploring my waist and belly then rested his hand on my breast and started to brush my nipples while his other hand was busily caressing the globes of my ass. He moved his hand around to the front of my body and began to rub his hand along the folds of my pussy. Even through my clothing it felt heavenly, he worked his hand into the waist band of my shilwar and into my panties. Brushing past the dark brown patch of curls that were already becoming damp from my arousal, he began to run his strong fingers along the lips of my pussy separating then allowing them to close.

The motion was driving me crazy with desire. I began to rock my hips back and forth against his stiffening cock. The feeling of his hands on my breasts massaging and caressing them was very erotic and I didn't want him to stop. We stood there with Sarfaraz holding me from behind in his arms while he slowly tormented me.

After a few moments he turned me around and started kissing me on my face, beginning at my forehead and gently working his way down stopping at my closed eyelids my neck and ears, sending goose bumps all along my body and a shiver up my spine. Finally, he planted a kiss on my eager lips and with a low moan I welcomed his tongue into the hot cavern of my mouth.

During the kiss I was still clinging to him and melted into his embrace as my legs could no longer hold me up. I don't know how long this kiss lasted but I never wanted it to end. His lips were so warm and inviting that I don't remember ever being kissed like this before. The feel of his strong hands roaming and caressing my bottom was heightening my arousal.

Slowly being driven crazy with lust, I rocked my hips back and forth making us both moan as his hard cock pressed into my stomach. Finally, we broke the kiss and panted for breath, staring into each other's eyes. We knew there was no turning back. He lifted me into his arms, I wrapped my arms around his neck, and as if I weighed nothing he carried me to my bedroom.

Once in my bedroom he lowered me to my feet and began to undress me. He opened the knot of my shilwar dropping it to the ground. I tried to take over and finish undressing myself but he stopped me by saying, "I think it's sexier if you're only half dressed."

He picked me up and lay me on the bed, spreading my legs for his inspection. I don't usually wear panties with my shilwar so I was open for his inspection. Spreading my thighs a little more he leaned forward and inhaled my feminine musk. His thumbs spread my labia as he leaned closer and ran his tongue along my crease for the first taste of my juices.

The feeling of his hot tongue caused wanton shivers to roll through my body. He unzipped my qameez and pulled it off, my breasts pushed against my bra seemingly to try and break free of the confines. He quickly unhooked and pushed aside the skimpy cups of my bra exposing my milky white breasts and small hardened nipples to the night air. He squeezed and pinched at will, then engulfed a nipple as he pulled it into his mouth to suck strongly.

His expert tongue circled first one and then the other nipple making me moan in surrender. His insistent sucking of my nipples was sending a current of electricity directly to my sex. My lips were quivering as he chewed and licked them. The feel of my breasts crushed against his chest rubbing against the smooth skin tauntly covering him. He began to kiss my lips and suck my nipples in a route that was slowly driving me closer and closer to orgasm, while I moaned and guided his head to encourage him to suck and bite harder.

My nipples had become an angry red color and my pussy was positively dripping with my excitement. Suddenly his focus of attention changed and he began working his way down my body, worshipping me in a way I never had been before. Reaching the juncture of my thighs he eased his way in between them and kissed all around my throbbing sex, slowly licking and sucking my outer lips keeping me on the edge of pleasure.

In all the years I've been married, my husband has never licked my pussy, this was in new and incredible experience for me, I tried to concentrate and feel everything he did to me but I was so lost in pleasure it was all running together into one undeniable rush of feeling.

I began to beg for him to fuck me screaming, "Please fuck me Sarfaraz now!"

He ignored my request and continued to lick and nibble my pulsating flesh, his first contact with my stimulated clit felt like electricity. As the feeling zinged through my body, I thrashed and moaned on the bed, begging for him to make me cum. I clutched the back of his head, holding him in position directly over my clit as I began to skyrocket to the climax I so desperately needed.

He drew my clit between his firm lips and sucked strongly as one of his strong fingers found its way into my depths. That first stroke was the final breaking point of my climax. As my orgasm slammed into me I felt him remove his finger from my clutching cunt and slip it into my asshole causing me to scream out my release. It seemed to just go on and on until I could no longer take it and begged him to stop and pushed his head away from me.

Slowly he slid his finger from my body causing a fissure of feeling to skate across my skin and making me cry out again. As he inched his way up my body by licking little spots along the way, I convulsed with each stroke of his tongue. Finally, he reached my mouth and began to languidly kiss me.

I started to grapple with his shilwar opening and pushing it down as far as I could, as his long thick cock sprang free hitting my stomach, I pulled him on top of me. The feeling of his weight pressing me into the bed after such a mind blowing climax was both comforting and exciting. The feel of his hot throbbing flesh rubbing against my pussy was more than I could take.

Sarfaraz shifted to my side while kissing me and began to slowly rubbing my pussy, sending little shockwaves through my body. I again begged him to fuck me. He moved between my legs and rubbed the head of his big cock up and down my slit getting it wet before teasing me but allowing the head to enter my slick canal before pulling back out to rub the head through my slickness.

On the fourth such entry I'd had enough teasing and I grabbed his hips and pulled him into my body, holding him there so he couldn't escape. The plunge of his hard cock into me was more than I expected as he's so much longer and thicker than my husband. Sarfaraz eased back until he was only half way in and began the long slow journey back and forth easing his throbbing cock into me, slipping only a little bit more in each time, the pull and plunge sucking and pulling my pussy lips in and out each time until finally his entire cock was seated deep inside me. I wrapped my legs around his hips as he eased my mouth open with his tongue and began to mimic the thrust and retreat that he was doing with his cock in my slick heat.

When he began thrusting I started to moan, the sound mingled and blended with his grunts each time our hips met and he was thrust all the way into me. I could feel the slow burn building up in my stomach and already beginning to curl my toes. I held onto Sarfaraz like he was my life line. He was both my tormentor and the way to my fulfillment. I'd never had such all consuming feelings during love making in all my years. The feelings and emotions were overwhelming. I looked up into his dark liquid eyes and saw the raw emotion I was feeling reflected back at me.

This was truly a joining of two people in every sense of the word. While looking deep into my eyes he began to speed his thrusts and reached down to began to circle a long digit around my clit.

The feelings were beginning to scare me and the fear must have showed on my face because he reassured me and whispered words of encouragement to me saying, "Yes baby, come for me, let it go. Let me feel you shatter around me, I'll hold you together."

The words along with his thrusts and flicks to my clit were all I needed. I felt the rush of my climax slam into me and I threw my head back and screamed out my release. The heat and pulse seemed to go on forever, just as I was beginning to come down from my high I felt him thrust deeply inside and grind into my pelvis, the throb of his erection shot me back up to another high and our shouts met one another as we both shattered. The hot surge of his cum beat against my quivering flesh.

As we began to calm he slowly collapsed against my body and I held him to me. Only then did I become aware of the sound of our breathing and the trickle of tears from the corners of my eyes. I had never felt so amazing in my life.