British Pakistani becomes Hot Wife

Part 1 - Farah and her father-in-law

This is the story of how a British Pakistani married mum, after a traditional upbringing, awoke her mind to enjoy sex with other men. This story is the first in a multi-part series covering the sexual adventures of Farah who over the course of a few years screwed many guys including 2 related to her husband; her husband's colleague and long term friend; a Sikh builder and 2 decorators who her husband contracted to paint their second home. A few other naughty excursions on the way too.

Farah is a 35-year-old married stay at home mum. She is married to Saad. Their families originate from Pakistan-administered Kashmir and have been settled in the UK since the 70s. They both come from reasonably wealthy families with parents who have successful businesses. Farah's upbringing was typical of British Pakistani girls: Conservative and expected to follow basic religious principles whilst at the same time being allowed to have some Western identity. However, adherence to religious ideas had already been waning over the past decade. Within both families, taboo subjects were now increasingly common as a talking point. Mixing between the sexes both inside and outside the extended family was tolerated a lot more too. With this newfound freedom, came liberation of the mind.

Towards 2020, Saad noticed a new found fondness his wife developed towards other men. Instead of the typical feminist bullshit of 'most men are bastards', she had mostly nice things to observe and say about a lot of guys whom she knew. She was a lot more friendly towards and trusting of men in public too. Saad also had to satisfy an increasingly horny wife who was now expecting way more sex in bed.

Farah watched movies and dramas with sexual themes more and more and was both the recipient and sender of female-friendly raunchy material. Though she was dying to watch a porn movie, she refrained knowing it risked having her search history found by her husband. At the very least, liberal viewpoints released her from religious boundaries and she found her new god-given right to have sexual fantasies about about who and what she pleased. When making love, most of the time, it wasn't to Saad but another man she learned about or met in recent days.

Saad was a successful salesman selling high tech audio and visual equipment and earning a six figure salary. He would travel at least once a month. No stranger to screwing around himself, he was always keen to hook up with local escorts wherever he traveled to. Saad was a serious porn addict. He would visit (though never contribute to) online communities discussing and sharing photos of cuckold sessions. He was into most genres but became addicted to hotwife porn. His biggest fantasy was to see his wife getting willingly pounded by another man missionary style through a secret camera. Like it excited most other men, it excited Saad too. Of course, life was not going to play out this way but the fantasy was OK to have as far as he was concerned. Both partners tried their best to conceal their sexual ideas and fantasies from each other for fear of it going badly wrong. Life continued this way for several years.

One day, over family dinner around his parents, Zaffar (Saad's dad) started the usual boring conversation about his huge collection of apartments dotted all over the country, however today was a moan about his workload. For 55 years old, Zaffar was tall, good looking and in good shape with a muscular chest. When younger, Saad caught his dad flirting with other married Pakistani women. Two occasions stuck out. One was Abida, a second generation cousin of his. Her husband was a bit of a villain and often locked up for committing fraud. Back in the early 90s, Saad tagged along with his dad and Abida to the airport to bring Abida's in-laws home. Saad caught his dad touching her ass in the lift and her grinning and motioning for him to stop. A few months later, Saad knew his dad was definitely up to no good when he went along with him to a convenience store run by a friend of his. His friend was not there. Saad walked in to the stock room to find his dad's hands feeling up the shop-owner's wife's back through her dress. She was smiling when Saad walked in.

Back to the dinner table...

"I'm getting very busy preparing all these apartments for new tenants" Zaffar told everyone

Farah showed a lot of interest asking detailed questions. After about 15 minutes, Zaffar asked Farah if she would be interested in helping out with a particular apartment.

"I need someone to make the rooms look better - bedding, cushions, frames. That sort of thing. Stuff you like doing. How about we give you a trial?" Zaffar asked Farah

"Me?"

"If it goes well there's a part time job for you" Zaffar smiled

He then asked Farah if she was available on the weekend to take a trip with him to Birmingham where a new tenant had asked that the apartment he will be renting be completed earlier than anticipated. It would be a day trip. Farah showed massive interest but being surprised by the request in front of others, looked at her husband for approval. Saad was due to fly that weekend but gave Farah the green light provided her sister was happy to look after the kids for the weekend. It was an early morning flight on Saturday for Saad and before leaving he gave Farah a peck on the cheek.

"Enjoy daddy-jee time" Saad humoured.

Daddy-jee was how Farah referred to Zaffar. As soon as Saad left, Zaffar called Farah to say he'd be around in an hour. Farah sprang to action, gave the kids breakfast and then drove them around to her sisters' house. She completed all the house chores in record time. Zaffar arrived on time and called her mobile.

"Coming in 2 minutes daddy-jee" she replied.

As Farah closed the front door, Zaffar couldn't help but noticing how gorgeous she looked. She had classic Kashmiri girl looks with her pale complexion and big beautiful eyes. She already looked younger than 35 but today even more so due to her tightly fitted mostly silky white shalwar-kameez and sparkling silver fuck-me high heels.

"Salaam alaikum daddy-jee" (Hi dad)

"Walaikum asalaam, teek ho?" (Hi, you OK?)

Greetings always started in the traditional way with a short message in the Potwari language but often the very next thing said would be in English. Of course, curses and quick (but important) things were always said in the mother-tongue when the English language just wasn't deep enough to express the message. Zaffar had been in the UK most of his adult life and was happy to converse in English all the time if he had to. The drive to Birmingham City Centre would take about 2 hours. It was Saturday morning with no traffic. The journey was going smooth, and conversation turned to all manner of things including poking light fun at Saad and his addiction to his work. Farah hadn't been in a situation where she was alone with another man for 2 hours. It was her first time but the usual shyness Pakistani father-in-laws and daughter-in-laws have around each other seemed to only last 15 minutes before both opened up to each other. As they approach Birmingham town centre, Farah noticed Zaffar was no longer concentrating just on the driving, he was actively looking at other women. Farah amused herself 'he's son is a little more restrained than that!' she thought to herself. A few moments later, they hit a traffic jam that would extend the drive by another almost 45 minutes. Farah was starting to yawn.

"Getting tired?" Zaffar asked.

"Jee, I woke up too early and these car seats of yours are giving me a sore back!" she replied with a cheeky smile.

"Never mind, we'll sort you out later".

Upon hearing that, she wondered what it actually meant. She assumed her father-in-law was trying to be humorous. They arrived at the apartment and took the lift up to the 18th floor. Farah was taken back by the views as she walked into the apartment. She opened the sliding door and walked straight on to the balcony. As she looked into the distance, she was taken by surprise by Zaffar who stood directly behind her just a few inches from her ass.

"Does that take your breath away like it does mine my love?"

"Jee............ it's......... really.............. beautiful"

She felt a bit overwhelmed as this was the closest Zaffar ever got to her physically. Zaffar placed both hands on her shoulders and asked her

"how about that back rub? Would you like it now, or after a bit of work?"

Farah, didn't think he was serious when he earlier mentioned he'd "sort it out later". Before she could reply, Zaffar's both hands already started to massage her shoulders and upper arms. Farah always enjoyed a good rub but this was her first time a man other than her husband was touching her in this way. She halfheartedly tried to move away in a bid to get him to stop without actually asking him to do so.

"Come on in, get comfortable on the sofa" Zaffar prompted.

He held Farah's hand and guided her to the big couch. As Farah looked at this older, fit, muscular guy from behind, her mind reset to find itself back into its liberal and free state. She felt warm with this loving, sexy father figure offering to do something for her only her husband might have done.

"Bay jaa" (sit down) he gestured pointing at a position between his legs.

Farah's life flashed before her. Even though it was just a massage that was being offered, it already felt like something more. Was this the moment she got to practice her new found liberal thoughts and ideas with someone other than the man she was married to and loved? For every serious question about fidelity that went through her mind, the answer came back quickly... 'It's time to do something else with myself, I'm ready'. She smiled at Zaffar and then slowly moved forward to sit in front of his open wide legs. Zaffar rubbed her for a few minutes, working his way up and down her shoulder and back.

Zaffar: "Higher or lower?"

Farah: "Yeah, lower please.....aaah that's it"

Zaffar continued for 3 more minutes. With each passing second he could feel Farah's heart rate increase and her body generate more heat. She was clearly getting aroused. Upon receiving the signal, his most basic male instincts kicked in....his erection began to grow. The massage was no ordinary massage and Farah knew it. Zaffar's hands were making love to her and by now she could feel the weight of his cock against her lower back.

"What are you doing daddy-jee? Do you think it's right to touch your daughter-in-law like that?" she quietly asked.

"I can stop if you like, just say it"

Farah's eyes rolled back as she responded

"no, please carry on, I'm enjoying it"

Farah broke in and out of thoughts of lust and shame. On one hand this could go wrong very quickly for both if the shame ever came to visit them in the future. On the other hand, if she walked away from him he might think she's a bitch. The sex-like shoulder and back massage continued. Farah was now in a semi-hypnotized state and she grew increasingly horny. On a typical day, by 11am and provided she was alone in the house, she would've already masturbated but Zaffar had taken that opportunity away from her. Zaffar was massaging and arousing her at precisely the moment she would've been sexed by her vibrator that morning. She questioned her self one final time, 'should I offer myself to this man in what would be my first extra-marital excursion?'. The reply came back 'I'm an adult, he's an adult, we both consent, no one needs to know'.

After getting aroused even more, her womanly instinct to be bred took over. She closed her eyes and slowly offered her neck to the man behind her. Zaffar knew this was going to be the best opportunity he'll have. He gently kissed her neck, then a few more times at different heights. He placed his right hand on her breasts, squeezing them harder and harder. Farah collapsed back into his chest giving him an even better opportunity to feel her up and kiss her even more. Eventually, he found one of her large erect nipples through her thin bra and pinched it. Farah could take a lot of sensations but one which she lost battle to was having her nipples played with. It was way too sensory for her. She grabbed his arm and moved it to the side, whilst simultaneously turning her face towards him. She kissed Zaffar at first lightly, then progressed to 3 long french kisses. Zaffar was once again groping her breasts this time from the front. Farah couldn't take the sensations anymore and dropped out of her trance. Feeling a little shame, She tried to break away from Zaffar whilst still on his lap, but Zaffar locked his lips even tighter and pushed her face into his. Whilst still being kissed Farah muttered

"Aaaaaa daddy-jee, this is a bit too much!"

"It's OK sweet heart, no one needs to know and I'm not asking for anything you don't want to do."

Farah was pleased to hear that Zaffar was about to go into this with his head on, just as she was prepared to. The mutual understanding was now cemented. She re-positioned herself and both continued with another deep kiss. After a minute of making out, she felt out of breath and broke the lock.

"We need to keep this whole thing halal" she spoke whilst giving him the sweetest sexy smile he ever saw.

Zaffar was amused, wondering what exactly that meant. With that, she kneeled down in front of her father-in-law's croch and grabbed his fully erect cock through his trousers. Zaffar was delighted to see she was doing all the right things. No words were uttered for about 2 minutes as she squeezed and rubbed his cock.

"It's big. Soooo big" she giggled as she looked at her father-in-law from below. Farah was amazed by the overall size and strength this older man's cock had. It felt a good 25% bigger than Saad's, at least through his trousers. Her breathing got deeper and she looked increasingly worried.

Though he could usually go for 15 minutes, the fact his beautiful fertile daughter-in-law was doing the pleasuring made it all the more intense. After just 2 minutes, he exploded inside his boxer shorts with a grunting moan. He collapsed back on the couch feeling very content. Farah, continued rubbing his cock even though it was evident she was making a mess in his pants with the cream he just generated. She looked up at him with a nervous look to see what he was going to say or do next.

"Aaaah yes, that was nice....But. I haven't got any clothes here".

"Oh shit. Well. Uhhhm. Time to get to work?"

Zaffar went into the bathroom to clean his cum covered shorts and trousers. Farah was happy she pleasured her father-in-law but was herself left wanting as she started work. She made an assessment of the master bedroom and told Zaffar she's going to the home store down the high street to pick up some items fkr the bedroom. "Here's my credit card, buy whatever you want" he told her. She returned after 40 minutes whilst Zaffar attended to a leaking bath waste pipe.

Upon returning, she let herself back in and placed the bags in the bedroom adjacent to the bathroom Zaffar was working in. He did not at first realise she had returned and was lying on his back with his head under the bath trying to tighten the last nut. He decided to leave his trousers off so they could dry. As Farah moved the door open a little more, she couldn't take her eyes of the impression his bulging head was making through the damp cotton boxer shorts. 'My hubby's dad's dick is bigger than his!' she thought. She walked on him silently and then childishly shouted "boo!!!" as she tickled his feet. Zaffar bumped his head and winced

"ouwwww!"

"Oh shit, I'm sorry" she giggled as she rubbed his forehead.

Zaffar stared at her gorgeous face as they both paused. Farah realised this was now moving up a gear. She could feel his arousal whilst hers was quickly growing too. She wanted something more and lowered her chest on to Zaffar's whilst placing her right hand on his crotch. Zaffar's cock began hardening so quickly that his shorts could not contain it.

"Daddy-jee, tussa na lullah zaada barra oyge ah" (Dad, your dick is even bigger now).

With Zaffar still lying on his back, she put her hands inside his shorts through the access flap to feel him again. The girth filled her hands very quickly sending a WTF shiver through her entire body. She then pulled off his boxers to reveal a beautiful, strong, large and well textured cock. It was now confirmed, it was a little longer than Saad's, but much thicker. And felt great to touch and squeeze as it was heavier.

"I think I love you my darling".

This was the first time Farah had seen another man's cock in real life. She'd only ever felt Saad in the dark. Apart from the odd dick pic her friends sent her via social media she had no other frame of reference. She couldn't help admire the size, shape, strength and texture and was determined to look and feel every part of her father-in-law's penis. With each glance and squeeze she got even more aroused.

Zaffar placed his hand on her right cheek pulling her in gently. "Kiss it for me" he asked her. Farah giggled whilst looking down again. She looked up again to confirm he wasn't serious. She could see Zaffar was serious. As she thought about the request, Zaffar forcefully moved her head to the tip.

"Mere lulleh ki piyar de" (give my cock a kiss).

Farah had only kissed Saad's cock a few times but it was in the dark and had been a while... She thought for a moment, then obliged, gently kissing the head of his cock whilst squeezing the middle of his shaft at the same time. Zaffar's hands moved to Farah's back and down to the top of her ass. Farah felt Zaffar's hand getting closer and closer to her ass. She always liked Saad rubbing her ass when making love, but was she prepared to let her father-in-law go there? After several more pecks of his cock, Zaffar motioned that they move to the bedroom.

She held Zaffar's hand and lead him into the master bedroom whilst flicking off her high heels. Zaffar's erection was now painful, and he had to be satisfied. Out of desperate lust, he pushed her on to the bed. His gentle and kind advances thus far changed into a slightly more rough style. Zaffar was now ready for something else. He held his cock back at the base causing it to spring forward whilst moving over on top of Farah. She observed the detail from this new close-up view. She couldn't help but admire the large head, thickness, veins and big hairy balls. Farah was into new territory as he leaned forward to place his head against her lips. Feeling a little ashamed, she moved her face to one side. 'Naa karo' (don't do that) she halfheartedly plead. Zaffar turned her face back to the centre position and gently tapped his cock against her lips. "Kohl sonieh" (open, my beautiful). Farah had never given Saad a blowjob. Light kissing and a bit of biting was as far as she went. Otherwise, they had kept it strictly missionary for 10 years of marriage, mostly in thr dark.

Her lust was growing and she found herself getting extremely turned on by the aroma of her father-in-law's cock but didn't know if a blowjob was appropriate right now. Zaffar could take the delay no more. He pushed the tip of his cock into the small hole she created with her tightly pressed lips whilst softly grasping her head with both hands.

"Mmm, wait, lullah boo barra ah" (wait, your dick is too big) Farah protested. She was reluctant to open wider as Zaffar desperately wanted to go inside. He kept pushing...

"Shtop! Mwy mouth! ooooh, its swo fwull" Farah protested even more. Zaffar pushed more. She began to feel for the first time the texture of cock past her lips and now on her tongue. Knowing she was fighting a losing battle as Zaffar was going to get what he wanted, she released her tight lip-grip to allow Zaffar in a little more but misjudged the change of grip. Zaffar took the opportunity to thrust hard slamming his entire length into her mouth reaching the back of her throat. This caused Farah to gag, and cough.