I am 38 years of age and from Singapore where there’s lots of Indians, Paki and Bangladesh come to work. My husband of 15 years, is an agent supplying foreign workers to construction companies and me sort of helping him as a secretary cum accounts. He is mildly mannered when he is sober but when he had too much to drink, he would sometimes abused me which as submissive wife bear the brunt and not once complained to my family. For ten years we’ve been married we still could not have babies. We had sex regularly in the beginning but of late he had slowed down a lot. For the past 2 years we had sex once a month or maybe once in 6 weeks. Needless to say, I masturbated to relieve myself when I am horny. I believe it was because he has to many girlfriends especially Filipino women who come here to work as domestic maids. As time passed, I found masturbating is not fulfilling as I want to feel wanted and loved. I don’t mind him having fun with his girlfriends and willing to share him with them.
I really need him when sex is concern because he’s very good in bed. As a conservative wife, I never initiate to have sex. Having been raised to think that women who asked for sex will be considered a slut. Nevertheless when we had sex, he would expect me to be submissive under his command even if I found it degrading. The things he expected:- anal sex, sucking his huge dick and inserting bananas/carrots into my vagina. Sometimes he wanted to see me masturbate using those things and watched me till I climaxed. He enjoyed watching me do those things and as an obedient and subservient wife, I did it to please him. He has an insatiable sex drive and I remembered on our wedding night we had sex seven times in our honeymoon hotel suite. I was a virgin and he had introduced me to all that I had mentioned above. We only stopped for breakfast and had to perform for his fantasies after that. I must admit, I did enjoyed it though.
In January, he had to be carried home by some of our workers after some drinking sessions. One of our workers was especially nice to lay him on the sofa and wiping the vomit my husband pewted in the living room. Even when his friends had left, he stayed behind and wiped my husband face with iced-cold towel. He seemed to know how to sober up my husband when he wiped the cold towel behind my husband’s neck and very soon my husband opened his eyes. Both he and I held my husband to the bedroom to sleep. I then escorted him to the front door as I thanked him for his help. He turned around facing straight into my eyes and then lowered his gaze at my breasts. I did not know how to react and immediately felt embarrassed as I realized he took a glance at my breasts because I wasn’t wearing a bra underneath the satin pajamas top that I wore. He smiled and wave goodbye to me. As I looked in the mirror, I noticed how transparent my nipples appeared to be seen.
In the bedroom, my husband slept comfortably as I lay beside him still thinking how I not knowingly teased the worker that came to help. I thought I could just fall asleep but I just could not. I bet he was aroused spying on my big breasts and secretly I felt flattered I can still sexually attract a younger man. In my husband’s condition, I was sure I need not have to service my husband sexually. My mind was still on the worker and I felt ashamed and silly when a glimpse of thoughts that I should seduce him again. The next day we met at the office and when it’s convenient to talk, he approached me and said, “Mrs., I am sorry I embarrassed you last night. I really can’t help it. Please don’t be angry with me.” (he spoke in halting English). I told him I wasn’t angry at all but I felt tempted to tell him that he is most welcome to touch my breasts anytime, but abstained from doing so. Out of politeness I asked his name and then asked to which construction firm he was assigned to recorded. After telling me, he hurried to the transport taking him to the destination.
Alone in the office my mind wandered. I have not had sex with my husband for more than a month. I felt a crave for sex, and Ragupathy, our helpful worker came into mind. I felt really ashamed of my thoughts. I tried to brushed the thought off but to no avail. What if he approached me and suggested sex? He knew I wasn’t mad at him for ogling my breasts and I showed friendliness towards him. With all those thought in me, I felt like a low down slut. How can I have those thoughts. How can I cheat on my husband after all these years I have not been touched by any other. But how do I make people understand that I do want sex like all women. I have my needs too, that is I need a man some time especially that particular time. Damn it was difficult to put away those thoughts. I eased myself by masturbating and as a Muslim sought to prayers.
Still they lingered in my mind. I have been fighting my urges. I have told myself to retrained from seducing that young Ragu (he’s only 25)ever again. It’s unbearable without sex for more than a month and even worse he would be leaving for the Philippines end of month citing some business meeting there. I know too well my husband’s lying about the trip. The night before he leave, we did not have sex and that will be approximately 2 months that have a dick in my hot pussy. That evening after he left, I closed the office and that day being a Saturday afternoon, the workers were all geared up to go to Little India for a bash. Ragu was just behind me when I was locking up the main door. As I was leaving, I somehow asked him to where he’ll be at in Little India. He told me a pub where my husband used to entertained the workers but I told him to meet me at another place away from his friends and from Little India.
When I got home I showered and put on a sexy outfit and do away my head veil which most Muslim women wear. About to leave the house I felt guilty conscious about inviting Ragu to meet secretly. Surely he must have thought that I was inviting sex with him. I throw myself onto the sofa and thinking what a slut I have made myself to be. I wanted to stay home but at the same time could not let Ragu down. I don’t have his mobile phone number to call the date off. It took some time for me to brace myself and took a taxi to meet Ragu. When we met I called for the drinks. I had wine and he, a large Guinness stout. Find it hard to start a conversation and I started by asking how long has he been in Singapore. They were only small talk until I finished my glass of wine and the effects got into me. I ordered another round of drinks for both of us and Ragu offered to pay for it but I insisted paying for it as I am the boss.
Our conversation went quite well and I asked him about his family. He said he is married with 2 sons he missed them very much. I have lost my inhibitions from the drinks when I asked him if he meant he missed his sons or his wife. He said he missed them all especially his wife whom he had not seen for 2 1/2 years. Unabashed I then asked him, “Is that why when you eyed my boobs your eyes seemed to glow wide open? Did you have the urge to touch them?” He coyly said, “You can read my mind, boss. Yes I get really excited seeing your big boobs but wouldn’t dare touch it cause I don’t want to lose my job.” More drinks came and we chatted. Ragu seemed decent enough. He is well mannered and it was I who gets fresh with him. I felt I can trust him not to spill the beans when he finally gets to bed me.
I then feigned very drunk and asked him to send me home like he did to my husband.
When we reached the front door I pretended to be so drunk to open the door and I handed him the key. As soon as I entered the living room I sprawled onto the couch as Ragu closed the door behind him. He then tried to find out if I was ok and I assured him that I was a little tipsy that’s all. I asked him to help me to the bedroom and acted to be staggering, I switched on the lights and complaining of the heat, began to undo my blouse and jeans in front of him. After switching on the air conditioner, I unhooked my bra but did not look Ragu in the eye. I did not want it to appear that I was inviting him for sex but rather wait till he loose his cool and rape me. That way he can’t go telling his friends that he had bedded me. After the exposing my overly sized breasts, I began to pulled down my panties slowly exposing a cleaned shaven pussy (most Muslim women are clean shaven down there) as I said to him,” I always sleep in the nude.(this off course is a lie.
But I eventually get naked when my husband wanted sex) Then I began to lie down and closed my eyes pretending to fall asleep. Ragu did not make a move while I patiently waited his move. It was quite some time later that he came to sit at the edge of the bed. He slightly slapped me on the cheek and I moved slightly sleeping on my side. He waited then tapped my buttocks but I just pretended to be in dreamland. He then pulled me by my shoulder and I lay flat on my back again. He touched my small nipples (I have not bore any chid yet) and I felt ticklish but controlled the sensation. I felt my pussy had oozed out some love juice. Next he spread my thighs slightly played with my pussy slit and I was sure he found it flooded. He sucked on my nipples and I can’t help but made some moaning sound while my eye was shut. He spent some time on it and I moaned when I climaxed. Then there was few seconds pause and I assumed he’s getting undressed.
Next thing I felt he widened my legs and licked my clitoris. Less than a minute I had a gigantic orgasm till I lifted my head but crashed back onto the pillow. There were several orgasm after one another and finally he inserted his dick into my pussy. I could not see the size of his dick that first time because I was playing dead, but it felt huge inside me or maybe it has been such a long time since I felt my husbands’. He pounded in momentum, sometimes hard, sometimes gently. I have the desire to open my eyes to see the size of his dick but abolished the thought. Then suddenly he pounded hard and he ejaculated inside me and I realized he did not use a condom. Damned! But it was too late for the warning. I can’t count the number of times I reached climaxed, some as high as the Everest. I felt satisfied and tired at the same time and I hugged him when he slept next to me to assure him there’ll be more when I awoke. All these time I pretended to be asleep.
Some hours later after a good rest I awoke and pretended to be surprised to see him in my bed. I began covering my breasts with my hands when I asked him if he had sex with me. He began very apologetically about the whole thing. He repeated the sequence of the whole scenario when I began to undress in front of him before falling asleep. He tried hard to wake me up but couldn’t. He said he just could not control himself seeing my nakedness and so he shagged me. I then told him not to mention about it to anyone and he nodded his head assuring me that he’d keep it a secret. I then confided in him that I have had no sex at all with my husband for ages and I would have allowed him to have sex with me if he had woke me up and I could have enjoyed it together. With that I somehow encouraged him to have sex again with me now that I have woken up. We began foreplay and noticed he had a larger dick than my husband’s. I asked him does all Indians have huge dicks and he answered some are larger than his.
I knew he made me climaxed and decided to do him back a favor by giving him a blow job. He was thrilled by it and said his wife had never agreed on sucking his dick. We had sex through the night and for the next 3 nights while my husband was away screwing Filipino women. We were first for each other. His was the first and only Indian dick I have tasted and I was the first Malay woman he had fucked. He told me in March that he had visited Malay prostitute and feel they are good in bed. He used condom whenever he visited them and when with me he does not. I had sex with him twice in March that brings a total of 5 night’s altogether. It seems in April we have not got the opportunity. My love to Indian dicks.