Hindu housewife’s Muslim cock fantasy

Hello readers, I’m Shweta, a 28-year-old housewife from a small town. I belong to a typical Hindu family. I never had a boyfriend or any sexual experience before marriage.

I have a nice milky white body with big boobs, a round juicy ass and a beautiful goddess-like face, which usually turns many heads with lustful desires. This is my first experience narration on sex4stories.com. I’ve wanted to do this for a long time after reading many stories here.

My husband is a typical Hindu businessman, busy with business, even in bed. We have sex once or twice a month, leaving me craving for other stud men. Only after our marriage did I start to feel attracted to other men. It’s been 4 years since our marriage with no kids.


My husband doesn’t last longer than a few seconds leaving me unsatisfied with an almost unused pussy. It was then that I started to watch porn and read sex stories. It gave rise to many fantasies I knew my husband could never fulfill.

My unfulfilled desires gave rise to several such incidents, fulfilling some of my fantasies. This is one such incident that I’m about to narrate.

It was summertime around 2 years ago. I slipped while taking a bath and got my knee injured. I was in pain and visited a nearby chiropractor. He was a good-looking young Muslim boy named Anas, around 25 or 26 years old.

He had his clinic just outside our society for around 2 years, and I never came across this handsome stud. My mother-in-law took me to him since my husband was always busy. We entered his clinic. I got into his chamber past the waiting area since it was empty.

He glanced at me for a few seconds while my mother-in-law waited outside and asked me to take a seat. He was a handsome young Muslim boy with sexy tattoos on his arms. I felt an immediate strong attraction to him. I had always fantasized about getting rammed hard by a Muslim hunk.

He then asked me about my problem. I explained that I fell while taking a bath, and now my knee won’t stop hurting. I was wearing a yellow colored Patiala kurti salwar that day since I had to go to the market afterward. I thought he might give me a few adjustments, and I wouldn’t need to apply anything.

Suddenly Anas got an important call for which he had to go outside. I was lost in fantasizing about his well-built muscular body. What might his circumcised cock look like? Until then, I had only seen my husband’s 4-inch dick.

I lowered my deep-cut kurti to show some cleavage and pushed up my milky white breasts a little. I was so nervous since it was the first time I had tried to make a move on a man. My mother-in-law was sitting just behind the door.

He returned and did notice the cleavage but wasn’t surprised. I thought a hunk like himself might have a lot of girls crazy for him. But I was very different than the girls he might’ve dated. I was a beautiful and sexy married Hindu woman, 4 years older than him.

I was sitting dressed in a hot Patiala kurti salwar, showing my cleavage, and making a move. It was very new for me, and here he was, not even taking note of it. It made me angry and hornier since he was hard to get. He sat on his chair and examined my knee by pressing it from different points.

I was getting hornier with every single touch. He pressed near the point of injury, to which I left a soft moan. That single moan could’ve aroused other men to devour me, but not him. I told him it pains here. He asked me to lie on his cabin bed to get a better grip on my knee.

He held my leg and pressed a few points on my knee while moving my leg. I was trying to look at his pants while lying on his bed. I was shocked to see his bulge. At that moment, I knew I’d aroused him, maybe just a little, but I did it right.

He asked me to turn around for knee adjustments, which gave him a nice view of my ass. I pushed my ass upwards to arouse him even more, to which I saw his bulge grow. I was getting wet there lying on his bed, thinking about his cock.

Even he couldn’t control himself after seeing that big ass. He started giving me hard adjustments, rubbing my knee upwards and massaging my thighs to relieve the pain. To top it all off, my mother-in-law called aloud from outside to tell me she was leaving to make lunch. She asked me to come when I was done.

I was so excited to hear my mother-in-law leave. I turned around to say okay to her and gave Anas a seductive look. He didn’t react but surely understood my naughty gesture. I was super horny and out of my mind for doing that. I realized that I was crossing limits, but it was too late.

He already understood my intentions. He gave me a few adjustments and asked me to sit down. He gave me oil to apply myself and a few painkillers. He told me to come after 4 days for a checkup, but I wasn’t done. After all, I had fantasized about it for a long time.

I had to create a situation where he couldn’t resist me. So I intentionally fell on my hips while getting up from the bed. I have to say. It did pain a little. But I had to make it worth the pain. I moaned in pain and asked him to help me get up.

He lifted me holding my hands, and supported me to get into bed again. I took the opportunity to crush my boobs against his manly chest. I could tell by his looks he did like it. I pretended that my hips were hurting badly and asked him to take a look.

I turned around on his bed. I lifted my kurti above my waist, exposing my milky waist, and pushed up my ass. He was left with no choice but to examine my sexy ass. He came and placed a hand on my ass and started pressing it from different points, asking where it was pain.

I was dripping wet already. I told him a few fake painful points, to which he suggested he apply some pain relief oil. He asked me to lower my salwar to apply some oil. He shifted the office sign to lunch break so no one would come. Until now, I was making naughty but small moves.

He surprised me by asking that and excited me to know he might fulfill my fantasy. I suddenly felt an inrush of hormones and wanted to hold his stick right then and there. I then got up from the bed and loosened my nada from the salwar. I lowered it to my knees, exposing my juicy ass.

I was wearing a yellow jockey panty, which was tight on my ass. I was super ready to be massaged by him. I realized after a few minutes that he was able to see that I was dripping wet already, as my panty was wet. I was a little embarrassed to know that.

I felt thunder in my body as he massaged my ass with his bare hands. I felt like a slut laying there with exposed panty. The other man’s hands were on my ass. But he was so good with the massage. I wanted him to take control of my whole body and do whatever he wanted.

We were so much into that moment that we had forgotten about the pain and the drama. I turned my head towards him while lying. He was looking into my eyes. He then adjusted my panty by pulling it upwards by putting his fingers inside to expose more of my ass.

I let a loud moan leaving my mouth open and giving him that sexy look to take control. He then came in front of me such that his cock was right in front of my head. He started massaging my ass from there. He then started grazing his cock on my mouth while massaging my ass.

But I wasn’t ready to take it in my mouth. I had never done that. So I turned my mouth around. Seeing that, he slid his middle finger into my panty and wet pussy. I screamed in pain and pleasure. He rubbed it inside twice, pulled it out, and sucked the finger dry, signaling me to blow him.

I enjoyed that so much. I grabbed his cock from over his pants with my mouth, lowered it, and then licked it from above his V-shaped underwear. It smelled like he had sex with some girl before coming to work. He lowered his underwear showing his 7″ circumcized dark brown cock.

It was so thick that it didn’t fit in my grip. I smelled it for a few seconds and rubbed it on my upper lip. I kissed it and licked it with my tongue. He tried forcing it into my mouth, but my eyes rolled back. It didn’t fit into my small mouth. But I wanted to please him, so I tried to take it in and started sucking.

I pulled it out after two strokes, as I was short on breath. I got down from bed, got onto my knees and started sucking it. But I couldn’t take it in for more than a few strokes. He forced his cock deep into my mouth. I pulled my head outwards, signaling that I couldn’t take it in.

He pulled me upwards and slapped my ass, saying, “Tere gharwale ne chusna nahi sikhaya tujhe?” (Didn’t your husband teach you to suck?) I nodded my head, saying no. He went on, “Ab main sikhaunga tujhe chussna aur chudna”, now I will teach you to suck and fuck.

He asked me to get up and remove my panty. I obeyed like an order and gave it in his hands. He smelled my panty and rubbed it on his nose. He said, “Ye hoti hai shaadishuda aurat ki khusboo.” (This is the smell of a married woman.)

He then turned me around and bent me onto his bed with my boobs and upper body resting on the bed. He got down on his knees and started licking my wet pussy, after slapping my ass again. I was in 7th heaven as soon as I felt his tongue. He licked my pussy with passion.

I was screaming with joy, something much more intense than anything I’ve ever experienced. He spat onto my pussy and licked it for 5 minutes, which were, until then, the best moments of my life. He then pulled me and started rubbing his body onto mine and his cock on my ass.

He pulled my mouth and sucked my wet and juicy lips. He inserted his tongue into my mouth and tasted every corner of my mouth, just like he did with my pussy. He then pulled my kurti and almost would’ve torn it had I not interrupted. I removed it myself, and he hugged me from behind, cupping my boobs.

I wore a matching yellow Clovia bra covering half my boobs. He went mad at my boobs and sucked them from my bra. I put one hand on his head and let him suck them passionately.

Suddenly we heard a knock on the door. It was one of his trainees, who came after a half day’s leave. I was dead scared, thinking that someone might catch us doing this. He gave me a naughty smile and pressed my boobs. He asked, “Shall I call him in?”

Hearing this, I went mad and got him off me and hid my boobs. I said, “No, please don’t do that.” He then told his trainee to wait for a few minutes. I quickly pulled off my bra and wore my kurti. I picked up my panty. Seeing this, he pulled me towards him, holding me from my ass.

He spat on his hand and, massaged his spit on my ass. He snatched my panty, putting it in his pocket, saying, “This will remain with me.” He told me to visit at the same time tomorrow. He warned me that if I didn’t come, he’d come to my home to return his panty.

I was so scared and thrilled at the same time. I quickly pulled out my salwar and left for home. I couldn’t stop thinking about him the whole day. Whether it was the right decision since it would change my whole life, making it pleasurable or painful if it went wrong.

But I still couldn’t stop thinking about how he gave me sheer pleasure, and I decided to visit him again. I would soon pen down the next incidents which changed my life to a great extent.

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