The Saga of the Slavery Life Of an Indian Cuckold Part-2
Hi Pavitra," I said with a nervous voice as I opened the front door, Saladin by my side. It was obvious that Pavitra had been waiting for us impatiently, as she joined us in a matter of seconds, strutting on the tile floor with her Black mules.
"Hello Saladin! I'm so happy that you accepted our invitation," Pavitra said, moving forward to receive his shake hand . He immediately handed her the bouquet of Red roses, while I took care his bottle of wine (I had noticed that it was a rather expensive vintage and that he certainly had to make a financial compromise to buy it). Pavitra blushed at the attention and called Aisha. She was obviously flattered and excited.
"Aish, look at those gorgeous flowers! I would like to introduce you to this nice gentleman, Saladin, the young student I told you about. Saladin, this is Aisha, our beloved maid."
"Dear, could you please find an adequate vase for those beautiful flowers and put them on the table outdoors?" Pavitra asked. "Yes Memsaab, with pleasure," Aisha replied. "Would you like to have something to drink on the patio?" she inquired.
"Yes Aish said, thank you. You might as well open Saladin's bottle so we can cheer to his success in the near future with his Ph.D.," Pavitra replied.
Arriving on the patio, I saw that Aisha had thought of using the small round glass table with three chairs for us to be more intimate, just in the shadow of the house so that we wouldn't suffer too much from the heat. She also had poured two glasses of Saladin's red wine and glass of Borecha for me.
We then set to chat. The conversation lasted for more than one hour non-stop. We asked Saladin to tell us about his origins and the circumstances that lead him to study Business Management .
He stated that his predecessors from East Africa migrated to India before independence and settled in Delhi. He was the fourth of a ****** of fifth children in a lower-middle class Muslim ******. For his parents, school was a must. They wanted their son to have a good life. He began to read stories about the life of Muslim people in India, so much that this subject became his strong point at school. He wanted to become an authority, it was a way for him to honor his religion.
Besides, his ******, including himself, were Muslims. They were traditionalists but not fundamentalists. His parents were open to modernity but had raised their children in their faith in Allah. And Saladin told us about his long religious journey. For instance, he had long questioned himself as to his field of study, looking at one time at the possibility of studying Muslim theology. But he changed his mind eventually, after reading many books about the origins of the Muslims in India.
"I don't regret my decision whatsoever," he said, "especially now that I have the honor of working under the direction of the most nationally renowned specialist on the history of Mughals in India."
Pavitra blushed a little after this laudatory declaration, and readily followed up by saying that Saladin was the best grad student she never had to supervise in her whole career.
It was easy for Pavitra and I to notice that this young man would go far. He is the assertive, self-confident, dominant type. We were sure that he would work his way. And I could notice that Pavitra was more and more attentive to him. She told us again that Saladin was the best grad student that she ever had to coach and that he would become her private assistant. This was a real thrill for me to see and feel. Could it be that Pavitra might find here the young man that she had always longed for?
It didn't take long before we finished Saladin's bottle. Pavitra was gradually relaxing. I saw her remove her mules to be more at ease, noticing by the same way that Saladin was paying a lot more attention to her than to me. It was apparent that he was enjoying what he saw: her legs, her black painted toe and finger nails contrasting with the Red of her cute dress, her face, shoulders and upper chest. It was almost like I wasn't there anymore. They would laugh and giggle every now and then. At one point, Pavitra told him: "Saladin, you call me 'Mrs.Ravi ' at the office but here, please call me Pavitra.". He reacted by saying: "You too, Pavitra, please call me Salaar," with a warm smile and bright eyes. My heart was throbbing more than ever.
"Hey guys, I said. Why don't we spend a little time enjoying the pool before dinner? That would do us so much good with this hot weather."
"Yes, honey. Let's go," Pavitra replied. "Salaar, you can go inside to change. Aisha will show you where to go."
While he was entering the house Pavitra and I looked at each other. Without having to say a word, we knew that this was an exciting moment for her. She was so cheerful, so happy. I couldn't resist: I hugged her and kissed her tenderly, whispering in her ear: "I love you, jannu. Be happy." She understood perfectly what I meant.
A few minutes later the three of us were in the pool, enjoying the cool water on our bodies. Saladin had put on a red Speedo tight brief that emphasized his perfect athletic and muscular body. Pavitra was wearing a white strapless one-piece swimsuit. She had kept on her several Gold bracelets and her gold sutharas. We continued chatting in the pool for a while, until I decided to get out, before saying: "I've had enough. I'll go change." "We'll stay in a bit more, hey Salaar?" said Pavitra. "Yes, Pavitra, with great pleasure," he replied.
Once in our bedroom, I could hear them laughing and playing around in the water. They were like two kids enjoying a pleasant evening. I removed my swimsuit and saw without surprise that my little penis had oozed precum. I went right away to the window to look at them. I could see Pavitra extending her arms toward Saladin, inviting him to come closer, noticing that she was talking to him but in a low voice. To my disappointment, I couldn't hear anything. He headed toward her and took her inviting hands and spread her arms apart in order to make her come closer. They repeated this play several times, laughing, and Pavitra still talking in a low voice, almost whispering. Until they stopped, now very close to each other. Pavitra then made her lips available, bending her beautiful head backward somewhat, her neck more ******* than ever. Saladin, keen as he is, was more than happy to oblige. They exchanged a few prude kisses on the lips. I was sure that Pavitra was moaning. At this point in time, Aisha passed by. She saw them and noticed that they were in their own world by themselves, and smiled. Aisha's presence did not bother them whatsoever. They kept exchanging little kisses, until Saladin took Pavitra by the waist and kind of made her dance in the water. She was acting very sensual and more and more provocative.
Saladin then left her and came out of the pool, grabbing a towel. Pavitra immediately followed him, almost running. At that time, I had no doubt in my mind as who was the one would wear the pants.
One thing leading to the other, we had our dinner around the small round glass table, Pavitra and Saladin now sitting closer to each other. I could see partly through the table glass that they were indulging in bare foot play, smiling at each other. Salaar eventually put his hand on Pavitra's lap after a while. I have to say that with all this wine, we all were in quite a cherry mood. And I was personally very excited with all this.
"Guys, Pavitra said after sipping the last drop of Berry Smash, I wanted to take this opportunity to tell you something."
"Please do, sweetheart," I replied, curious about what she would say.
"As you know and as I told you already, the annual convention of the Historical Society of India will be opening in two weeks. This year, it will be held in Kovalam Kerala. I was invited to deliver a talk on my discoveries about the first invasion of Muslim Kings in india . I have the opportunity to be accompanied by one of my grad students. I had not decided yet who I should select, and I was weighing the choices I had. By Monday, I must give the organizers the name of the student who will be with me. Given the high quality of Salaar's work, I decided to invite him." Without even waiting for me to say anything, she looked at him with inviting eyes and asked: "Salaar, would you like to come with me?"
"Well, Pavitra, it depends," Salaar replied. "This is a bit embarrassing for me. For two reasons. First, I just recently joined your team, and there is certainly someone else who deserves more than me to team up with you at the convention. Second, I don't have great financial means and I'm afraid that I can't afford the expense."
"Mmmmm, Salaar, let me reassure you," Pavitra replied. "First, it's quite obvious that you're superior academically to anyone in my team. There is no way that this can be refuted, and even your teammates would admit it. Second, all expenses are paid, half by the Society as I'm a guest speaker, and half by our university. So...?"
"Well, now. I need to know something else," he replied. "Ravi, what's your feeling about this," he added, looking at me straight in the eyes, with his hand still on Pavitra's lap.
"Saladin, please don't worry. Pavitra is a true professional and she knows her field a lot better than I can ever know. Besides, she's a grown-up girl now," I replied with a grin.
"OK then, I accept," he said. "I am very honored that you picked me to be with you at the convention, Pavitra. I am convinced that this will be a great experience for me. Thank you so much," he concluded, before to put a prudish kiss on her lips.
The food and wine had put us in a high mood. It was now almost midnight. We continued discussing in a relaxed and cheering atmosphere.
"Honey, I told Pavitra, as we are quite tipsy now, I don't think that it would be safe for neither of us to drive, don't you think? Why wouldn't you stay here tonight, Saladin? We have two guest rooms ready at all times anyway."
"Your suggestion shows your wisdom and prudence, Ravi," Pavitra replied right away. "I think you should take up that advice, Salaar. You would be more than welcome." She then looked at Saladin, who was a bit taken aback, without letting his embarrassment show too much however. He then nodded to show his acceptance.
After a nightcap, and with the cool night falling on us, we finally decided to go inside. As Aisha had already excused herself and gone to her room for the night, I told Pavitra that she should show Saladin the way to the guest room, an offer that she readily accepted, as I was expecting.
It was so elated to look at them walk in the hallway, both bare feet, hand in hand, like a young couple. Only then did I notice that Pavitra was about 6 inch shorter than him. Amazingly, she looked rejuvenated, and younger than her new lover, although being 18 years older than him.
just out of the shower, I was more than surprised when I heard Pavitra enter our bedroom, about 10 minutes after taking Saladin to the guest bedroom. After those years together, I knew that she would tell me everything on what happened, just like she had done about her affairs with her two short-term lovers. She knows the excitement and arousal I get from her confessing her extramarital love adventures. She knows that I am now a true, willing cuckold. We didn't say a word. She came to me, gave me a tender kiss on a cheek and went right away in the restroom to take a shower. I lied down on our bed and waited for her to come beside me.
After Pavitra lied down alongside me, she took my right hand and made me probe her chest. "Do you feel my heartbeat, honey?" she asked in a low, sultry voice.
"Yes, indeed, Pavitra darling, you are exhilarated, aren't you?" I said.
"Yes, very much, Ravi. Salaar literally knocked me out. He's so manly, so considerate and mature. The more I see him, the more I want to be with him."
"Yes, and it shows, jannu," I added. "Could it be that you found the right man, at last?"
"It could very well be, sweetheart," she replied, still holding my hand.
"Now, tell me what just happened..." I asked, with a somewhat trembling voice.
"Yes, honey. Would you like us to masturbate at the same time?" she asked with lust in her voice, "... each on our own, of course."
"Mmmmmmm, yesss,jannu ," I replied. Please go on."
"We didn't say a word all the way to his room. We just held hands and walked, slowly. I stopped once we were at the door, we faced each other and Salaar put his arms around my waist. I came close to him and put my head on his chest. I could feel his heart beat rapidly. I raised my head to look at his beautiful eyes. Then we kissed."
"A French kiss?" I asked in a somewhat trembling voice.
"Yes a long French kiss. It was so good... We tightened our embrace. I was so well in his arms, feeling his strength, his power, his extraordinary masculinity, all this in such a young man. Such a beautiful young muslim man..."
"What happened then?" I asked, impatient to know the rest.
"I knew that Salaar would have loved me to enter the room and spend some time with him," Pavitra said. "He kind of guessed that you would not have had any objections. But I resisted, whispering in his ear that I wanted to remain pristine and virgin for him, that it would be better for both of us to wait, that it would be all the better later, after a hard-to-sustain wait. After a last French kiss, we set apart, and I said: 'Good night my love'."
All the while, Pavitra was fingering herself and I was masturbating my now hard, albeit short, cock. Almost fainting with arousal, I finally spurted a little cum on my lower belly. Unable to keep my tongue in my mouth, I whispered to Pavitra: "This trip to Kovalam Kerala will be like a honeymoon for both of you."
"Yesssssss!" Pavitra uttered, also cumming.
After cleaning ourselves, we went back to bed, exchanged a tender kiss, and cuddled gently. Before to turn the light off, my lovely wife commented about the dozen of white roses that Aisha had cleverly put on Pavitra's bedside table. "It was hard for me to leave Salaar, but those are such a wonderful reminder of him," she said.
"Yes, absolutely, honey. I wish that you have unforgettable dreams. Good night," I answered.
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First love ;
This was Sunday morning. A morning to linger in bed, which was welcome. However, as I woke up, I turned on Pavitra's side and noticed that she was up already.
"Pavitra, you didn't wait for me?" I asked loudly, thinking that she was in our adjoining bathroom. No answer.
Right away, I knew where my wife could be. I looked by the window and, indeed, there she was with Saladin, playing in the pool. They were laughing cheerfully, involved in pursuits, him trying to catch her and her always escaping. Once in a while she would let him catch her and give him a reward for his catch, a long French kiss. Pavitra had traded her yesterday's one-piece swimsuit for her turquoise bikini that I found so gorgeous on her. All the while Aisha was setting the table for a late breakfast on the pool patio under the pergola, looking at them every now and then with a knowing smile. My heart was pumping like mad. This had the effect of waking me right up.
Sometime later, I was sitting sideways on a chaise longue beside Pavitra and Saladin, who were lying down on each of their own, side by side, and holding hands, with their sunglasses on. We chatted like this for a while, and then decided to eat something. Saladin got up and Pavitra presented him her hands for him to lift her up, which he did readily, so much that she hit his chest. He then rapidly lifted her in his arms and brought her to the table, her right arm resting on his shoulders.
"What a beautiful day, isn't it, lovebirds?" I commented with an engaging smile.
"Yes, Ravi. A very beautiful day," Saladin replied. "I'm so hungry! Aren't you also, darling?" looking at Pavitra.
"Yes, I'm starving," she replied, already biting into a croissant.
"Tell me, Saladin. Do you have anything scheduled on your own for today or this evening?" I asked.
"Nothing special, Ravi. I had planned to continue reading a Ph.D. thesis on the influence of Islam in the population of india, very interesting by the way, and I also intended to read a bit of the Koran. But the Holy Book, I have read several times already," he answered.
"So why don't you stay with us for the rest of the day and sleep here again tonight? This way, you and Pavitra could go directly to the university together tomorrow morning," I proposed.
Pavitra's eyes were wide open with joy at my idea: "Yes, yes, Salaar. Please stay!" she pleaded.
"Ok then. It will be with pleasure. You greeted me so well, I will be grateful forever to you, Ravi, for your great kindness."
"Agreed, we are keeping you with us then," I concluded.
Pavitra and I spent a good part of the day discussing with Saladin about his origins and childhood in New Delhi as well as his faith. As mentioned in a previous part, he was of modest origin and member of a large ****** of eight children. His parents had made enormous sacrifices to provide their children with a good education; this was among their highest priorities. Two of his brothers were in Saudi and he had a sister who was a registered nurse and another, a teacher. He felt privileged to have been able to pursue his education up to the Ph.D. and, most of all, to be under Pavitra's expert supervision. Furthermore, Saladin was fluent in the Urdu, Arabic and German languages beside English.
Pavitra questioned Saladin further about his Muslim faith. Again, he talked about his parents, who brought them up in this religion. However, they were not fanatics and even less fundamentalists. They had melted very well in the Indian society. Saladin was going to the weekly prayer every Friday at the mosque (close to the university, and he had talked with the local imam several times) and adhered to Muslim laws related to the Ramadan. Although we already had an idea about special month (there were several Muslim employees on staff at my company), he explained us that this is a month where practicing Muslims abstain from sexual intercourse, masturbation and eating every day from dawn until sunset. The fasting rule is not mandatory for children under seven, and old or sick people. As well, the pregnant woman is allowed not to fast if she fears that harm would come to her or her baby from her fasting. And the breast-feeding woman is allowed not to fast if she fears harm would come to her or her baby from her fasting. This part seemed to particularly attract Pavitra's attention.
"Glad that Aisha served us Briyani yesterday," I commented with a smile.
Saladin laughed out loud at that remark. "Yes, I try to observe the Muslim prescription forbidding to eat pork. But I wouldn't die over it, no pun intended," he said with a wide smile.
"In any case, you can be assured that we will observe the prescription here from now on, do you agree Ravi?" Pavitra said.
"Absolutely, honey. This is a perfectly appropriate mark of respect for your guest -- or, should I say, your boyfriend. He deserves much respect, even devotion, I am sure that you'll agree, Pavitra," I answered, invaded by an overwhelming desire to bow to his superiority and to confirm my self-acceptance of my inferior, cuckold status in front of this real man.
Obviously, Saladin was a very mature individual for his young age. The more we talked with him, the more we liked him. We also were in a position to discover his much asserted personality, his good common sense and the power that emanated from him.
The three of us were so much involved in this captivating conversation that we had not seen time pass. We were now in mid-afternoon and the sun was hitting hard. I asked Pavitra and Saladin to excuse me, as I wanted to take my usual Sunday afternoon short nap.
"Very well, Ravi," Saladin said. "Why don't we go for a long walk in the neighborhood, Pavitra darling? I'm interested to look at those beautiful houses and front gardens, and I think I saw a large park not far away on our way here yesterday."
"It's a great idea, Saladin. I'll show you around. I'll change first," Pavitra said.
I had mixed feelings about this. On one side, I was afraid of the reaction of the neighbors at seeing my wife walking hand in hand with a muslim young man. On the other side, this mere perspective was a great excitement. Again, my tiny prick was pulsating with lust. And I concluded that, in any case, if I was to fully assume my cuckold condition, I had to accept that people around us know it.
Obviously, Pavitra was in a different mood. She was like a teenage girl with her first lover. We both went in our bedroom while Saladin remained on the patio, chatting with Aisha, who liked him very much by now, just like if he was her own son. She was very happy that things had turned out that way for this new born couple.
Pavitra undressed and looked for some fresh clothes. She finally set her choice for a pair of short shorts and a loose crop tank top and then put on white low-cut socks and her sneakers. She was prettier than ever, like she was twenty years younger.
"You are in love, Pavitra, aren't you?" I asked her, already knowing the answer.
"Does it show that much, honey? Yes, Ravi, I'm in love and... in lust too," she answered right away. "Even more than I was with you... I'm sorry, please excuse my candidness. I mean... I love you tenderly, affectionately, just like a brother now. With Saladin, it's way more. We didn't make love yet, but I know in advance that he will fulfill me as a woman. I have never had such a feeling in my adult life. And I'll do anything to keep him..."
Inhabited by a bit of sadness but much arousal an excitement, I hugged my wife and kissed her tenderly on the cheeks, telling her that I agreed completely with all this. I also confided that I just hoped that I could remain in her life and that I could let my cuckold voyeur wishes and fantasies come true. I told her that I worship the ground she walks on and that I would also worship the ground Saladin, and both of them, walk on.
"Honey, you remain my husband and I have no intention of letting you down," my wife said. "Especially that you are the one who, in part, opened up this treasure chest for me. And, so far, it looks like Saladin does not mind if you are in our presence. I'll talk to him about this watching and listening aspect of your cuckold experience anyway. And also about our common submissive temperament. Don't worry."
All my cuckoldry fantasies of those years back were now culminating in an extraordinary reality for both of us.
"Sweetheart, before you go, I wanted you to know that I intended to suggest that you spend the night with Saladin in the guest room tonight," I told her.
"Honey, you're so nice and understanding of my deep desires and needs. I appreciate very much what you just said. But I would have done it anyway. My love is so great, so hard-pressing, that I could not have resisted any more," did she say in a decided voice. This drove me crazy with lust.
I made sure that I could see them walking away in our long, winding driveway, be it only to savor this blessed moment where my beloved wife, dressed so pretty, was cheerfully strolling with her lover, holding his hand nonchalantly. On a Sunday like this, some neighbors would certainly see them...
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As soon as they were away, my mind started racing with a mix of fantasies and hopes. First, I brought the Red roses bouquet from our bedroom to the guest bedroom now Saladin, was using. I put it on one of the bedside tables. This would be most appropriate, I thought.
While there, I suddenly saw a wonderful opportunity arise... the intercom on one of the bedside tables. I turned it on and raised the volume, not too high, just enough so that I could hear. My whole body was shivering just at the thought of being an "acoustic lurker". I felt privileged to be able to live on this coming evening what was one of my most vivid dreams.
Pavitra and Saladin came back rather late, at around 6:30 p.m. They had walked for about an hour and a half and wandered in the park, after which they lied down on the grass, watching families and kids play.
"We had a very restful stroll," Pavitra said. "And we got to know each other more. Saladin expanded my knowledge of male-female relationships as per the Islamic precepts. I would be very interested in going to the mosque with him some day. This will be very enlightening."
"Oh... this is very interesting indeed," I commented. "It opens up our perception of the Islamic world. What love cannot do!"
"Very true, my dear," Pavitra added, while looking at Saladin straight in the eyes. "I love you darling," she told him, openly ignoring me. Most naturally, they kissed.
"Would you guys like me to prepare a little meal for you, as Aisha took her afternoon off," I proposed.
"I am not very hungry, Ravi," Saladin replied. "And you, my little one?"
"I guess that I could have just a light salad," Pavitra said. "Can you prepare us just that, please?"
"Yes, of course. With a glass of cool cola . That would do you good. Personally, I don't feel like eating, so I'll pass."
In no less than half an hour, I served them their salad and cola at the kitchen bar, where they were sitting right alongside each other. They thanked me, and Pavitra told me: "You may dispose now. If we need anything more, we will call you. Oh, by the way... After this, we will go to Saladin's room to take a shower and then retire for the night. Oh, I was forgetting... Tomorrow morning, Saladin and I will go to the university with the Rolls-Royce, you can use the Mercedez. We will leave at around 7:00. It would be appreciated if you could prepare our breakfast, honey, because Aisha only starts working at 9:00, as you know. Please wake us up at around 6:15."
"Certainly, Pavitra, I'll do that. Thank you, Pavitra. Thank you Saladin. I wish you a very good night," was my answer. I was simply ecstatic! Pavitra knew -- and Saladin certainly knew as she must have told him with some details about our cuckold relationship -- that it was exactly the treatment I was striving for.
In this state of mind, I went directly to our master bedroom, where I would sleep alone in the king size bed tonight. Well... sleep is a big word, as I would certainly not sleep much. I was looking forward to having a tremendously hot experience.
Right away, I took a shower, trying to cool off my temper. It did not help much for that matter, but at least I had cleaned my precum on my lower belly and thighs. I then set the alarm clock to get up at 6:00 the next morning, after which I lied down on the bed, turned up the volume on my intercom station and turned the light off.
About half an hour later, it's with great excitement that I heard Saladin's room open then close. The volume level was just right. I made a point not to touch myself during the whole time. I wanted to avoid cumming and therefore lose my excitement. As well, I considered this "fasting" as another way to confirm my submission and deprivation of sex.
So far, I was barely hearing swishing sounds... the bed sheets being opened, I guess, and the clothes being removed. Then I clearly heard Pavitra moaning quietly and then more loudly. After this came silence. I explained it by the fact that they were in the walk-in shower adjoining the room.
After what seemed like an eternity, I finally heard them close to the bed.
Swishing sounds again, and not long after, Pavitra was moaning with contentment and Saladin groaning. I could also hear whispers and the sound of kisses.
"Mmmmmmm it's goooood..." Pavitra uttered in a rush of lust. "Please fuck me, my love. Fill me up. I want you in me sooooo muchhhh!"
This was simply flabbergasting. My short cock was erect as it has not been for ages. But I refrained from touching it.
After hearing many self-explanatory sounds that drove my imagination wild, I heard Pavitra again: "salllaaarr! Oh my God, you're fucking me so well!!! Your cock is so huge... I have never been filled that much in my whole life!!! Aggghhhhh!"
You fuck me like a real man,
"You're so wonderful, so delicious, my princess," Saladin said in a low voice. "You're just like a ripe fruit ready to be taken, my love... Mmmmmm. I love your face, I love your body, I love your scent, I love your age. You're my only one..."
After this vocal demonstration of mutual love, I was able to hear groans and moans again, lots of them, for a long while.
The culmination arrived not long after I had heard Pavitra scream and cry with lust. Both produced loud sounds in unison. They had come.
A long silence followed. I imagined that they were cuddling on top one of each other, just resting. I heard kisses again.
"You made me come as I never came, my love," Pavitra said quietly. "You gave me such pleasure, darling. Did you like it?"
"Mmmmmmm, yessss, my princess," said Saladin. "I love your mature body, yet so young-looking, I love your fullness, your roundness, your softness. You make me so happy, Pavitra darling."
"I guess that you and your husband had great sex in your first years together..." he added.
"Early in our married life, I thought that this was just sex, but tonight, I know it was not" Bet frankly admitted. "And I don't want to be deprived of your love, never, darling. I will do anything to keep you mine!"
"I will give you all the pleasure you deserve, my princess," was Saladin's reply. "I'll make you discover a whole new sexual world, a whole new erotic treasure land. I'll make you experiment things that you never thought could be possible. Do you want to follow me on this journey?"
"Mmmmmmmm, yesss, my love!!! I want to follow you anywhere you will take me!!!"
Hearing this, I was filled with overwhelming lust. I couldn't believe it yet. This was a great gift that was given to Pavitra and... I. On the other hand, I was greatly interrogative as to what would be those "things that she never thought could be possible"...
I could now hear Pavitra begging her lover like a bitch in heat. "Saladin, my love, my Master, please use me, fuck me hard, own me! Pleaassse! My only wish is to belong to you, to be your sex slave, your fuck bitch. Fuck me please!!!"
And he certainly did take ownership of her, if only according to the breathtaking moans that I heard Pavitra utter...
At that point, I came without touching myself, in the dark of our bedroom, my throbbing cockette spurting on my belly.
I cannot tell at what time I finally fell asleep. I can only say that I heard my alarm clock at 6:00. Surprisingly, I didn't have any problem getting up. On the contrary. Full of joy, I took a shower and dressed for my workday before to knock on the love nest door. Hearing no sound, I waited for about a minute then I opened the door, and saw the now tightly bonded lovers who were cuddling under the bed sheets. It was a wonderful sight that I'll always remember. "Good morning, Pavitra. Good morning Saladin," I said. "You must have had a good night, I'm sure. I'll go prepare your breakfast, this will leave you time to get ready." All I got as an answer was a series of low grunts and moans. I left the room.
"Hello Saladin! I'm so happy that you accepted our invitation," Pavitra said, moving forward to receive his shake hand . He immediately handed her the bouquet of Red roses, while I took care his bottle of wine (I had noticed that it was a rather expensive vintage and that he certainly had to make a financial compromise to buy it). Pavitra blushed at the attention and called Aisha. She was obviously flattered and excited.
"Aish, look at those gorgeous flowers! I would like to introduce you to this nice gentleman, Saladin, the young student I told you about. Saladin, this is Aisha, our beloved maid."
"Dear, could you please find an adequate vase for those beautiful flowers and put them on the table outdoors?" Pavitra asked. "Yes Memsaab, with pleasure," Aisha replied. "Would you like to have something to drink on the patio?" she inquired.
"Yes Aish said, thank you. You might as well open Saladin's bottle so we can cheer to his success in the near future with his Ph.D.," Pavitra replied.
Arriving on the patio, I saw that Aisha had thought of using the small round glass table with three chairs for us to be more intimate, just in the shadow of the house so that we wouldn't suffer too much from the heat. She also had poured two glasses of Saladin's red wine and glass of Borecha for me.
We then set to chat. The conversation lasted for more than one hour non-stop. We asked Saladin to tell us about his origins and the circumstances that lead him to study Business Management .
He stated that his predecessors from East Africa migrated to India before independence and settled in Delhi. He was the fourth of a ****** of fifth children in a lower-middle class Muslim ******. For his parents, school was a must. They wanted their son to have a good life. He began to read stories about the life of Muslim people in India, so much that this subject became his strong point at school. He wanted to become an authority, it was a way for him to honor his religion.
Besides, his ******, including himself, were Muslims. They were traditionalists but not fundamentalists. His parents were open to modernity but had raised their children in their faith in Allah. And Saladin told us about his long religious journey. For instance, he had long questioned himself as to his field of study, looking at one time at the possibility of studying Muslim theology. But he changed his mind eventually, after reading many books about the origins of the Muslims in India.
"I don't regret my decision whatsoever," he said, "especially now that I have the honor of working under the direction of the most nationally renowned specialist on the history of Mughals in India."
Pavitra blushed a little after this laudatory declaration, and readily followed up by saying that Saladin was the best grad student she never had to supervise in her whole career.
It was easy for Pavitra and I to notice that this young man would go far. He is the assertive, self-confident, dominant type. We were sure that he would work his way. And I could notice that Pavitra was more and more attentive to him. She told us again that Saladin was the best grad student that she ever had to coach and that he would become her private assistant. This was a real thrill for me to see and feel. Could it be that Pavitra might find here the young man that she had always longed for?
It didn't take long before we finished Saladin's bottle. Pavitra was gradually relaxing. I saw her remove her mules to be more at ease, noticing by the same way that Saladin was paying a lot more attention to her than to me. It was apparent that he was enjoying what he saw: her legs, her black painted toe and finger nails contrasting with the Red of her cute dress, her face, shoulders and upper chest. It was almost like I wasn't there anymore. They would laugh and giggle every now and then. At one point, Pavitra told him: "Saladin, you call me 'Mrs.Ravi ' at the office but here, please call me Pavitra.". He reacted by saying: "You too, Pavitra, please call me Salaar," with a warm smile and bright eyes. My heart was throbbing more than ever.
"Hey guys, I said. Why don't we spend a little time enjoying the pool before dinner? That would do us so much good with this hot weather."
"Yes, honey. Let's go," Pavitra replied. "Salaar, you can go inside to change. Aisha will show you where to go."
While he was entering the house Pavitra and I looked at each other. Without having to say a word, we knew that this was an exciting moment for her. She was so cheerful, so happy. I couldn't resist: I hugged her and kissed her tenderly, whispering in her ear: "I love you, jannu. Be happy." She understood perfectly what I meant.
A few minutes later the three of us were in the pool, enjoying the cool water on our bodies. Saladin had put on a red Speedo tight brief that emphasized his perfect athletic and muscular body. Pavitra was wearing a white strapless one-piece swimsuit. She had kept on her several Gold bracelets and her gold sutharas. We continued chatting in the pool for a while, until I decided to get out, before saying: "I've had enough. I'll go change." "We'll stay in a bit more, hey Salaar?" said Pavitra. "Yes, Pavitra, with great pleasure," he replied.
Once in our bedroom, I could hear them laughing and playing around in the water. They were like two kids enjoying a pleasant evening. I removed my swimsuit and saw without surprise that my little penis had oozed precum. I went right away to the window to look at them. I could see Pavitra extending her arms toward Saladin, inviting him to come closer, noticing that she was talking to him but in a low voice. To my disappointment, I couldn't hear anything. He headed toward her and took her inviting hands and spread her arms apart in order to make her come closer. They repeated this play several times, laughing, and Pavitra still talking in a low voice, almost whispering. Until they stopped, now very close to each other. Pavitra then made her lips available, bending her beautiful head backward somewhat, her neck more ******* than ever. Saladin, keen as he is, was more than happy to oblige. They exchanged a few prude kisses on the lips. I was sure that Pavitra was moaning. At this point in time, Aisha passed by. She saw them and noticed that they were in their own world by themselves, and smiled. Aisha's presence did not bother them whatsoever. They kept exchanging little kisses, until Saladin took Pavitra by the waist and kind of made her dance in the water. She was acting very sensual and more and more provocative.
Saladin then left her and came out of the pool, grabbing a towel. Pavitra immediately followed him, almost running. At that time, I had no doubt in my mind as who was the one would wear the pants.
One thing leading to the other, we had our dinner around the small round glass table, Pavitra and Saladin now sitting closer to each other. I could see partly through the table glass that they were indulging in bare foot play, smiling at each other. Salaar eventually put his hand on Pavitra's lap after a while. I have to say that with all this wine, we all were in quite a cherry mood. And I was personally very excited with all this.
"Guys, Pavitra said after sipping the last drop of Berry Smash, I wanted to take this opportunity to tell you something."
"Please do, sweetheart," I replied, curious about what she would say.
"As you know and as I told you already, the annual convention of the Historical Society of India will be opening in two weeks. This year, it will be held in Kovalam Kerala. I was invited to deliver a talk on my discoveries about the first invasion of Muslim Kings in india . I have the opportunity to be accompanied by one of my grad students. I had not decided yet who I should select, and I was weighing the choices I had. By Monday, I must give the organizers the name of the student who will be with me. Given the high quality of Salaar's work, I decided to invite him." Without even waiting for me to say anything, she looked at him with inviting eyes and asked: "Salaar, would you like to come with me?"
"Well, Pavitra, it depends," Salaar replied. "This is a bit embarrassing for me. For two reasons. First, I just recently joined your team, and there is certainly someone else who deserves more than me to team up with you at the convention. Second, I don't have great financial means and I'm afraid that I can't afford the expense."
"Mmmmm, Salaar, let me reassure you," Pavitra replied. "First, it's quite obvious that you're superior academically to anyone in my team. There is no way that this can be refuted, and even your teammates would admit it. Second, all expenses are paid, half by the Society as I'm a guest speaker, and half by our university. So...?"
"Well, now. I need to know something else," he replied. "Ravi, what's your feeling about this," he added, looking at me straight in the eyes, with his hand still on Pavitra's lap.
"Saladin, please don't worry. Pavitra is a true professional and she knows her field a lot better than I can ever know. Besides, she's a grown-up girl now," I replied with a grin.
"OK then, I accept," he said. "I am very honored that you picked me to be with you at the convention, Pavitra. I am convinced that this will be a great experience for me. Thank you so much," he concluded, before to put a prudish kiss on her lips.
The food and wine had put us in a high mood. It was now almost midnight. We continued discussing in a relaxed and cheering atmosphere.
"Honey, I told Pavitra, as we are quite tipsy now, I don't think that it would be safe for neither of us to drive, don't you think? Why wouldn't you stay here tonight, Saladin? We have two guest rooms ready at all times anyway."
"Your suggestion shows your wisdom and prudence, Ravi," Pavitra replied right away. "I think you should take up that advice, Salaar. You would be more than welcome." She then looked at Saladin, who was a bit taken aback, without letting his embarrassment show too much however. He then nodded to show his acceptance.
After a nightcap, and with the cool night falling on us, we finally decided to go inside. As Aisha had already excused herself and gone to her room for the night, I told Pavitra that she should show Saladin the way to the guest room, an offer that she readily accepted, as I was expecting.
It was so elated to look at them walk in the hallway, both bare feet, hand in hand, like a young couple. Only then did I notice that Pavitra was about 6 inch shorter than him. Amazingly, she looked rejuvenated, and younger than her new lover, although being 18 years older than him.
just out of the shower, I was more than surprised when I heard Pavitra enter our bedroom, about 10 minutes after taking Saladin to the guest bedroom. After those years together, I knew that she would tell me everything on what happened, just like she had done about her affairs with her two short-term lovers. She knows the excitement and arousal I get from her confessing her extramarital love adventures. She knows that I am now a true, willing cuckold. We didn't say a word. She came to me, gave me a tender kiss on a cheek and went right away in the restroom to take a shower. I lied down on our bed and waited for her to come beside me.
After Pavitra lied down alongside me, she took my right hand and made me probe her chest. "Do you feel my heartbeat, honey?" she asked in a low, sultry voice.
"Yes, indeed, Pavitra darling, you are exhilarated, aren't you?" I said.
"Yes, very much, Ravi. Salaar literally knocked me out. He's so manly, so considerate and mature. The more I see him, the more I want to be with him."
"Yes, and it shows, jannu," I added. "Could it be that you found the right man, at last?"
"It could very well be, sweetheart," she replied, still holding my hand.
"Now, tell me what just happened..." I asked, with a somewhat trembling voice.
"Yes, honey. Would you like us to masturbate at the same time?" she asked with lust in her voice, "... each on our own, of course."
"Mmmmmmm, yesss,jannu ," I replied. Please go on."
"We didn't say a word all the way to his room. We just held hands and walked, slowly. I stopped once we were at the door, we faced each other and Salaar put his arms around my waist. I came close to him and put my head on his chest. I could feel his heart beat rapidly. I raised my head to look at his beautiful eyes. Then we kissed."
"A French kiss?" I asked in a somewhat trembling voice.
"Yes a long French kiss. It was so good... We tightened our embrace. I was so well in his arms, feeling his strength, his power, his extraordinary masculinity, all this in such a young man. Such a beautiful young muslim man..."
"What happened then?" I asked, impatient to know the rest.
"I knew that Salaar would have loved me to enter the room and spend some time with him," Pavitra said. "He kind of guessed that you would not have had any objections. But I resisted, whispering in his ear that I wanted to remain pristine and virgin for him, that it would be better for both of us to wait, that it would be all the better later, after a hard-to-sustain wait. After a last French kiss, we set apart, and I said: 'Good night my love'."
All the while, Pavitra was fingering herself and I was masturbating my now hard, albeit short, cock. Almost fainting with arousal, I finally spurted a little cum on my lower belly. Unable to keep my tongue in my mouth, I whispered to Pavitra: "This trip to Kovalam Kerala will be like a honeymoon for both of you."
"Yesssssss!" Pavitra uttered, also cumming.
After cleaning ourselves, we went back to bed, exchanged a tender kiss, and cuddled gently. Before to turn the light off, my lovely wife commented about the dozen of white roses that Aisha had cleverly put on Pavitra's bedside table. "It was hard for me to leave Salaar, but those are such a wonderful reminder of him," she said.
"Yes, absolutely, honey. I wish that you have unforgettable dreams. Good night," I answered.
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First love ;
This was Sunday morning. A morning to linger in bed, which was welcome. However, as I woke up, I turned on Pavitra's side and noticed that she was up already.
"Pavitra, you didn't wait for me?" I asked loudly, thinking that she was in our adjoining bathroom. No answer.
Right away, I knew where my wife could be. I looked by the window and, indeed, there she was with Saladin, playing in the pool. They were laughing cheerfully, involved in pursuits, him trying to catch her and her always escaping. Once in a while she would let him catch her and give him a reward for his catch, a long French kiss. Pavitra had traded her yesterday's one-piece swimsuit for her turquoise bikini that I found so gorgeous on her. All the while Aisha was setting the table for a late breakfast on the pool patio under the pergola, looking at them every now and then with a knowing smile. My heart was pumping like mad. This had the effect of waking me right up.
Sometime later, I was sitting sideways on a chaise longue beside Pavitra and Saladin, who were lying down on each of their own, side by side, and holding hands, with their sunglasses on. We chatted like this for a while, and then decided to eat something. Saladin got up and Pavitra presented him her hands for him to lift her up, which he did readily, so much that she hit his chest. He then rapidly lifted her in his arms and brought her to the table, her right arm resting on his shoulders.
"What a beautiful day, isn't it, lovebirds?" I commented with an engaging smile.
"Yes, Ravi. A very beautiful day," Saladin replied. "I'm so hungry! Aren't you also, darling?" looking at Pavitra.
"Yes, I'm starving," she replied, already biting into a croissant.
"Tell me, Saladin. Do you have anything scheduled on your own for today or this evening?" I asked.
"Nothing special, Ravi. I had planned to continue reading a Ph.D. thesis on the influence of Islam in the population of india, very interesting by the way, and I also intended to read a bit of the Koran. But the Holy Book, I have read several times already," he answered.
"So why don't you stay with us for the rest of the day and sleep here again tonight? This way, you and Pavitra could go directly to the university together tomorrow morning," I proposed.
Pavitra's eyes were wide open with joy at my idea: "Yes, yes, Salaar. Please stay!" she pleaded.
"Ok then. It will be with pleasure. You greeted me so well, I will be grateful forever to you, Ravi, for your great kindness."
"Agreed, we are keeping you with us then," I concluded.
Pavitra and I spent a good part of the day discussing with Saladin about his origins and childhood in New Delhi as well as his faith. As mentioned in a previous part, he was of modest origin and member of a large ****** of eight children. His parents had made enormous sacrifices to provide their children with a good education; this was among their highest priorities. Two of his brothers were in Saudi and he had a sister who was a registered nurse and another, a teacher. He felt privileged to have been able to pursue his education up to the Ph.D. and, most of all, to be under Pavitra's expert supervision. Furthermore, Saladin was fluent in the Urdu, Arabic and German languages beside English.
Pavitra questioned Saladin further about his Muslim faith. Again, he talked about his parents, who brought them up in this religion. However, they were not fanatics and even less fundamentalists. They had melted very well in the Indian society. Saladin was going to the weekly prayer every Friday at the mosque (close to the university, and he had talked with the local imam several times) and adhered to Muslim laws related to the Ramadan. Although we already had an idea about special month (there were several Muslim employees on staff at my company), he explained us that this is a month where practicing Muslims abstain from sexual intercourse, masturbation and eating every day from dawn until sunset. The fasting rule is not mandatory for children under seven, and old or sick people. As well, the pregnant woman is allowed not to fast if she fears that harm would come to her or her baby from her fasting. And the breast-feeding woman is allowed not to fast if she fears harm would come to her or her baby from her fasting. This part seemed to particularly attract Pavitra's attention.
"Glad that Aisha served us Briyani yesterday," I commented with a smile.
Saladin laughed out loud at that remark. "Yes, I try to observe the Muslim prescription forbidding to eat pork. But I wouldn't die over it, no pun intended," he said with a wide smile.
"In any case, you can be assured that we will observe the prescription here from now on, do you agree Ravi?" Pavitra said.
"Absolutely, honey. This is a perfectly appropriate mark of respect for your guest -- or, should I say, your boyfriend. He deserves much respect, even devotion, I am sure that you'll agree, Pavitra," I answered, invaded by an overwhelming desire to bow to his superiority and to confirm my self-acceptance of my inferior, cuckold status in front of this real man.
Obviously, Saladin was a very mature individual for his young age. The more we talked with him, the more we liked him. We also were in a position to discover his much asserted personality, his good common sense and the power that emanated from him.
The three of us were so much involved in this captivating conversation that we had not seen time pass. We were now in mid-afternoon and the sun was hitting hard. I asked Pavitra and Saladin to excuse me, as I wanted to take my usual Sunday afternoon short nap.
"Very well, Ravi," Saladin said. "Why don't we go for a long walk in the neighborhood, Pavitra darling? I'm interested to look at those beautiful houses and front gardens, and I think I saw a large park not far away on our way here yesterday."
"It's a great idea, Saladin. I'll show you around. I'll change first," Pavitra said.
I had mixed feelings about this. On one side, I was afraid of the reaction of the neighbors at seeing my wife walking hand in hand with a muslim young man. On the other side, this mere perspective was a great excitement. Again, my tiny prick was pulsating with lust. And I concluded that, in any case, if I was to fully assume my cuckold condition, I had to accept that people around us know it.
Obviously, Pavitra was in a different mood. She was like a teenage girl with her first lover. We both went in our bedroom while Saladin remained on the patio, chatting with Aisha, who liked him very much by now, just like if he was her own son. She was very happy that things had turned out that way for this new born couple.
Pavitra undressed and looked for some fresh clothes. She finally set her choice for a pair of short shorts and a loose crop tank top and then put on white low-cut socks and her sneakers. She was prettier than ever, like she was twenty years younger.
"You are in love, Pavitra, aren't you?" I asked her, already knowing the answer.
"Does it show that much, honey? Yes, Ravi, I'm in love and... in lust too," she answered right away. "Even more than I was with you... I'm sorry, please excuse my candidness. I mean... I love you tenderly, affectionately, just like a brother now. With Saladin, it's way more. We didn't make love yet, but I know in advance that he will fulfill me as a woman. I have never had such a feeling in my adult life. And I'll do anything to keep him..."
Inhabited by a bit of sadness but much arousal an excitement, I hugged my wife and kissed her tenderly on the cheeks, telling her that I agreed completely with all this. I also confided that I just hoped that I could remain in her life and that I could let my cuckold voyeur wishes and fantasies come true. I told her that I worship the ground she walks on and that I would also worship the ground Saladin, and both of them, walk on.
"Honey, you remain my husband and I have no intention of letting you down," my wife said. "Especially that you are the one who, in part, opened up this treasure chest for me. And, so far, it looks like Saladin does not mind if you are in our presence. I'll talk to him about this watching and listening aspect of your cuckold experience anyway. And also about our common submissive temperament. Don't worry."
All my cuckoldry fantasies of those years back were now culminating in an extraordinary reality for both of us.
"Sweetheart, before you go, I wanted you to know that I intended to suggest that you spend the night with Saladin in the guest room tonight," I told her.
"Honey, you're so nice and understanding of my deep desires and needs. I appreciate very much what you just said. But I would have done it anyway. My love is so great, so hard-pressing, that I could not have resisted any more," did she say in a decided voice. This drove me crazy with lust.
I made sure that I could see them walking away in our long, winding driveway, be it only to savor this blessed moment where my beloved wife, dressed so pretty, was cheerfully strolling with her lover, holding his hand nonchalantly. On a Sunday like this, some neighbors would certainly see them...
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As soon as they were away, my mind started racing with a mix of fantasies and hopes. First, I brought the Red roses bouquet from our bedroom to the guest bedroom now Saladin, was using. I put it on one of the bedside tables. This would be most appropriate, I thought.
While there, I suddenly saw a wonderful opportunity arise... the intercom on one of the bedside tables. I turned it on and raised the volume, not too high, just enough so that I could hear. My whole body was shivering just at the thought of being an "acoustic lurker". I felt privileged to be able to live on this coming evening what was one of my most vivid dreams.
Pavitra and Saladin came back rather late, at around 6:30 p.m. They had walked for about an hour and a half and wandered in the park, after which they lied down on the grass, watching families and kids play.
"We had a very restful stroll," Pavitra said. "And we got to know each other more. Saladin expanded my knowledge of male-female relationships as per the Islamic precepts. I would be very interested in going to the mosque with him some day. This will be very enlightening."
"Oh... this is very interesting indeed," I commented. "It opens up our perception of the Islamic world. What love cannot do!"
"Very true, my dear," Pavitra added, while looking at Saladin straight in the eyes. "I love you darling," she told him, openly ignoring me. Most naturally, they kissed.
"Would you guys like me to prepare a little meal for you, as Aisha took her afternoon off," I proposed.
"I am not very hungry, Ravi," Saladin replied. "And you, my little one?"
"I guess that I could have just a light salad," Pavitra said. "Can you prepare us just that, please?"
"Yes, of course. With a glass of cool cola . That would do you good. Personally, I don't feel like eating, so I'll pass."
In no less than half an hour, I served them their salad and cola at the kitchen bar, where they were sitting right alongside each other. They thanked me, and Pavitra told me: "You may dispose now. If we need anything more, we will call you. Oh, by the way... After this, we will go to Saladin's room to take a shower and then retire for the night. Oh, I was forgetting... Tomorrow morning, Saladin and I will go to the university with the Rolls-Royce, you can use the Mercedez. We will leave at around 7:00. It would be appreciated if you could prepare our breakfast, honey, because Aisha only starts working at 9:00, as you know. Please wake us up at around 6:15."
"Certainly, Pavitra, I'll do that. Thank you, Pavitra. Thank you Saladin. I wish you a very good night," was my answer. I was simply ecstatic! Pavitra knew -- and Saladin certainly knew as she must have told him with some details about our cuckold relationship -- that it was exactly the treatment I was striving for.
In this state of mind, I went directly to our master bedroom, where I would sleep alone in the king size bed tonight. Well... sleep is a big word, as I would certainly not sleep much. I was looking forward to having a tremendously hot experience.
Right away, I took a shower, trying to cool off my temper. It did not help much for that matter, but at least I had cleaned my precum on my lower belly and thighs. I then set the alarm clock to get up at 6:00 the next morning, after which I lied down on the bed, turned up the volume on my intercom station and turned the light off.
About half an hour later, it's with great excitement that I heard Saladin's room open then close. The volume level was just right. I made a point not to touch myself during the whole time. I wanted to avoid cumming and therefore lose my excitement. As well, I considered this "fasting" as another way to confirm my submission and deprivation of sex.
So far, I was barely hearing swishing sounds... the bed sheets being opened, I guess, and the clothes being removed. Then I clearly heard Pavitra moaning quietly and then more loudly. After this came silence. I explained it by the fact that they were in the walk-in shower adjoining the room.
After what seemed like an eternity, I finally heard them close to the bed.
Swishing sounds again, and not long after, Pavitra was moaning with contentment and Saladin groaning. I could also hear whispers and the sound of kisses.
"Mmmmmmm it's goooood..." Pavitra uttered in a rush of lust. "Please fuck me, my love. Fill me up. I want you in me sooooo muchhhh!"
This was simply flabbergasting. My short cock was erect as it has not been for ages. But I refrained from touching it.
After hearing many self-explanatory sounds that drove my imagination wild, I heard Pavitra again: "salllaaarr! Oh my God, you're fucking me so well!!! Your cock is so huge... I have never been filled that much in my whole life!!! Aggghhhhh!"
You fuck me like a real man,
"You're so wonderful, so delicious, my princess," Saladin said in a low voice. "You're just like a ripe fruit ready to be taken, my love... Mmmmmm. I love your face, I love your body, I love your scent, I love your age. You're my only one..."
After this vocal demonstration of mutual love, I was able to hear groans and moans again, lots of them, for a long while.
The culmination arrived not long after I had heard Pavitra scream and cry with lust. Both produced loud sounds in unison. They had come.
A long silence followed. I imagined that they were cuddling on top one of each other, just resting. I heard kisses again.
"You made me come as I never came, my love," Pavitra said quietly. "You gave me such pleasure, darling. Did you like it?"
"Mmmmmmm, yessss, my princess," said Saladin. "I love your mature body, yet so young-looking, I love your fullness, your roundness, your softness. You make me so happy, Pavitra darling."
"I guess that you and your husband had great sex in your first years together..." he added.
"Early in our married life, I thought that this was just sex, but tonight, I know it was not" Bet frankly admitted. "And I don't want to be deprived of your love, never, darling. I will do anything to keep you mine!"
"I will give you all the pleasure you deserve, my princess," was Saladin's reply. "I'll make you discover a whole new sexual world, a whole new erotic treasure land. I'll make you experiment things that you never thought could be possible. Do you want to follow me on this journey?"
"Mmmmmmmm, yesss, my love!!! I want to follow you anywhere you will take me!!!"
Hearing this, I was filled with overwhelming lust. I couldn't believe it yet. This was a great gift that was given to Pavitra and... I. On the other hand, I was greatly interrogative as to what would be those "things that she never thought could be possible"...
I could now hear Pavitra begging her lover like a bitch in heat. "Saladin, my love, my Master, please use me, fuck me hard, own me! Pleaassse! My only wish is to belong to you, to be your sex slave, your fuck bitch. Fuck me please!!!"
And he certainly did take ownership of her, if only according to the breathtaking moans that I heard Pavitra utter...
At that point, I came without touching myself, in the dark of our bedroom, my throbbing cockette spurting on my belly.
I cannot tell at what time I finally fell asleep. I can only say that I heard my alarm clock at 6:00. Surprisingly, I didn't have any problem getting up. On the contrary. Full of joy, I took a shower and dressed for my workday before to knock on the love nest door. Hearing no sound, I waited for about a minute then I opened the door, and saw the now tightly bonded lovers who were cuddling under the bed sheets. It was a wonderful sight that I'll always remember. "Good morning, Pavitra. Good morning Saladin," I said. "You must have had a good night, I'm sure. I'll go prepare your breakfast, this will leave you time to get ready." All I got as an answer was a series of low grunts and moans. I left the room.
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