Dost ki Biwi ki gaand maari

[desiaks]

My name is Rasim. I am married with no kid, Govt servant, living in
Karachi. After reading so many stories I want to share my experience
with a woman other than my wife. In our 8 years married relation,
many times I tried to have oral sex and anal sex with my wife. But
she didn't agree on that. I was very frustrated in doing anal sex.
The reason was Sara, the lady whom I fucked. Sara the lady of my
dreams is our block fellow and best friend of my wife. She is also
married and has a one daughter. Her husband is lawyer. Sara is 5'.5"
tall with wheatish complexion, long hairs up to her hips and
attractive face. She has very big and well shaped boobs and gand. I
always used to stare at her beautiful gand. She caught me red handed
many times but didn't say anything and she always tried to ignore
me. We have good family relations. We both families belong to
Punjab. In last summer vacations my wife went to Punjab to her
parents. Sara and her husband also went to Punjab. I was alone at
Karachi. One day Bilal, her husband rang me from Punjab that he had
to go to UAE for some reasons and I had to pick Sara from airport
after three days as she was coming back alone with her daughter and
he has to spent at least 10 days in UAE. It was my luck for a good
chance. I agreed and assured him to pick her.

On the day of her arrival I went to airport. The flight was at 10
PM. She came with her daughter who was sleeping in her arms, I
picked her daughter from her hands and she picked her luggage and we
came out. During drive I asked her how was she and how she spent her
time. She simply replied "every thing is ok" after some time I
said "you have used a good perfume" She replied that she hadn't used
any perfume. I said "then its your body's smell, your body smell is
very good" She didn't say anything and turned her face other side.
But I noticed a smile on her lips. We reached home and went inside
her house with her daughter in my hands. She asked me to lie down
her daughter in bedroom. Mean time she brought her luggage. Then I
said ok. She nodded her head in ok and I came back to my home in
disappointment. After about ten minutes the electric supply cut off.
I picked up a candle and lit it. Suddenly an idea came in to my
mind. I rang Sara and asked her about candles. She said that she
needed it and requested me to bring few candles for her. I bought
few candles from a store in our blocks and went to her home. As I
knocked her she immediately opened the door as she was standing near
the door. She thanked me and offered me to come in and said that she
was frightening in the dark. I obliged her offer and went inside.
She took me to the lounge where she was having her dinner. She
offered me to join her I didn't hesitated and joined her. In few
minutes I noticed that she was not comfortable. She looked in great
trouble as she was moving her hips lift right while sitting and she
was not taking her food properly and left after three or four bites.

I thought that my presence made her uncomfortable. I inquired her
but she said that she was not feeling well. I asked her about her
sickness but she didn't tell anything. I offered her to take her to
doctor but she refused. On my continuous inquiry she told me that
she had been suffering with constipation since five days. I asked
her why she didn't take medicine. She told that she has taken every
possible medicine but results are negative. I asked her to use some
external tablet but she told me that she had already tried it. Then
she told me that with the use of that external tablet she needed to
go to toilet but her passage had become hard and she felt severe
pain in doing so. I asked her in smiling way "why didn't you get
help of Bilal?" "What? What did you say?" She understood my remarks
and said angrily. I said "I mean that best solution is to apply some
oil there and for this you could take help of Bilal" She replied
with shy and low voice "he will die but will never do this" I asked
surprisingly "Why?". She said that he didn't like it. Then I
said "why didn't you do it yourself" she said that she had tried but
she could not apply oil there properly and felt more pain. That was
a good chance I gathered my courage and said "may I help you" She
looked at me in surprise and with widened eyes and said "what? Are
you mad?". I said "I can't see you in trouble, let me apply oil,
I'II not do anything else" She turned her face and said "no! No! You
can't do it, will it not be dirty for you" I said "It will not be
dirty for me because I want to bring you out from trouble, where is
oil?" She covered her face with her hands and said "I can't do it, I
am feeling shy" I said "In treatment there shouldn't be any shy.
Where is oil?" I inquired again. She waited for few moments and then
said "its in the bedrooms bathroom" I immediately rushed towards
bathroom and brought the bottle of oil. She buried her face in her
knees. I asked her to sit on carpet on her knees and place her head
on sofa with her hips high (like doggie position). Firstly she
hesitated the she did the same?