Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. RAZIA, THE HORNY DIVORCEE (Part 1) By Sahebji The reader will recall that on my return from England (for more arousing time read 'Rama, the adulteress), I had given up my nine to five job and set up shop of my own. After 18 months of hard work I could afford to relax. So I decided to take a short holiday. Early next morning, packing a small bag, I set out in my car to drive down a holiday resort about 200 miles away. On arrival I went to the best hotel in town 'The Vacation Inn'. There was no one behind the reception counter. I waited. Just then a young lady with two small children, a girl of 8 and a boy of about 6 in tow, came and stood next to me. The reception clerk appeared, 'Good morning welcome to The Vacation Inn sir. Can I help you? 'A double room please. Sahebji is my name.' I replied. I like sleeping on a large bed and God willing I might have company. The lady said, 'Also one room for me and the children'. The clerk said, 'Just a moment please' and disappeared again into the back room. While waiting I turned to look at the lady. She was down on her haunches with her back towards me tying the laces of the young lad with her. Her sari was tightly wrapped round her butt underlining every sexy curve of her tight backside. This scene gave me an instant hard on. My immediate reaction was to see more of her, squeeze her tight ass and to fuck her if possible. As I was fantasizing about how it would feel to hold her in my arms, the reception clerk reappeared jingling two keys in his hand. 'Will rooms 717 and 719 be all right sir? He asked pushing a registration form towards me, 'just write your name on the top and sign it sir. I will fill out the rest. Breakfast is at present being served in the dining room' then looking at his watch he added, 'they close at ten sharp that is in forty-five minutes. If you hurry you can still make it. Breakfast and all meals are included in the room tariff'. Taking one key from him the lady asked, 'Don't I require to register also?' 'No ma'am one registration is all we need', he replied politely. The lady shrugged, 'Suit yourself' and walked towards the lift. The reception clerk instructed a bellboy to show us to our rooms then turning to us he said, 'Enjoy your stay at The Vacation Inn'. In the lift I looked at the lady more carefully. She was very pretty. She was about 26/27 years old, 5' 6" tall, slim with a near perfect figure. Her boobs, like her ass were hard and very well shaped. Her hair were done up in the latest style. A pearl string adorned her swan like neck enhancing her beauty. From her expensive clothes it was evident that she was from a well to do family. I assumed that she was married, because the girl and the boy with her were apparently her children, though I could not see any sindoor (vermilion powder) in her hair. One can't start too early I thought, 'It seems we are going to be neighbors. We might as well get acquainted. My name is Saheb Sahebji and you are? I said with my most charming smile (I think). The beauty looked me in the eye but did not reply and did not even spare a glance towards my outstretched hand. As we neared our rooms she said to the bellboy, 'This, this and this piece in room 719 please' and walked ahead towards her room pulling the children behind her. When the bellboy unloaded the luggage I noticed that by mistake he had unloaded two of her suitcases in my room. I did not point out his error, as it would give me another opportunity to talk to my pretty neighbor. Pleased with his mistake I tipped him handsomely and shooed him off. Few minutes later I peeped out into the corridor. My pretty neighbor was anxiously pacing up and down. 'Is something amiss?' I asked. For a moment I thought she is not going to reply but she said, 'I am waiting for my luggage. God knows what the bellboy has done with it?' 'How can your luggage be missing? I distinctly recall that he brought all our bags together' I said. 'That is exactly what I thought' she replied getting more annoyed. 'Hey, maybe he left your bags in my room' I said and opened the door, 'come in and have a look' She hesitated but the young fellow ran in. 'Mommy they are here' he shouted from within. Purposefully she strode in, 'Yes he is right. These two are mine. How stupid these people are? I even told him which suitcases go in my room' she complained. 'It is not his fault' I said, 'he must have thought we were a family and when you told him about your cases he must have got mixed up'. 'A family? How could he think that? I can't understand, why good hotels of this standard employ such nerds' she decreed. 'Why single him out, even the reception clerk thought we were married. That is why he has given us two rooms with a connecting door, so that we can keep tabs on our children even at night' I explained with a smile. She blushed, 'He is a bigger nerd. Now I understand why he said that one registration is all he required'. 'Don't be so hasty in judging him. He saw two young people with two small children standing before him. He assumed we were a married. Such things happen' I said. 'He has no business of assuming things' she said trying to pick up her suitcases, 'I must return to my room now'. 'Please let me help' I offered. 'No thank you. I can manage' she said giving her bags all she had but could not even budge them. 'Please allow me you lead the way. I will bring them' I said. When in her room I again said, 'Don't you think we should introduce ourselves? I am Saheb Sahebji and you? For a brief moment I thought she is going to ignore my gesture again but reluctantly she said, 'My name is Razia Khan. This is my daughter Shabnam and this little rascal is Rashid'. 'Pleased to meet you Razia. Hello Miss Shabnam' then stretching out my hand, 'and how are you doing today Mr. Rashid?' Razia nodded her acknowledgment, Shabnam blushed prettily and Rashid pulled himself to his full height said, 'Thank you sir very well'. Introductions over I walked towards the door. Halfway down the room I said, 'Bye, see you at breakfast' Razia did not reply but I heard Rashid say as I pulled the door shut, 'Mommy did you hear what he said? He called me Mr. Rashid. I like uncle Sahebji' then turning to his sister he added, 'What about you appa (elder sister)?'. Shabnam did not reply to his question but Razia did, 'Shut up you little rascal. Go and wash your face and brush your teeth'. While I shaved and showered just the thought of her made me shiver, 'Burr is she cold' and after further thought came to the conclusion that the only way to thaw this iceberg was through her children. I must pay special attention to them and make them like me'. Actually this should not be very difficult, as I enjoyed the company of children and usually they seemed to like me The dining room was full. I stood looking for an empty table when suddenly a young thing in the uniform of a waitress appeared from nowhere, 'Sir would you like some breakfast?' I nodded, 'Yes please'. 'Please follow me' she said and led the way, 'A table for.....?' 'Four please' I said and prayed under my breath 'I hope'. She led me to a table at the far end of the room overlooking the garden. 'Here you are sir' she said swiftly removing the reserved sign from the table. 'What would you like sir' she asked handing me a menu. Without consulting the menu I asked, 'Do you have any fresh fruit juice?' 'Yes sir we have fresh grape juice, grapefruit juice, orange juice and choice of fresh fruit. If you prefer juice then I recommend the fresh orange juice. Try it, it is very good' she recommended. 'Okay bring me a large glass of fresh orange juice followed by two fried eggs sunny side up, toast etc. and a pot of strong hot tea'. 'Yes sir would you like me to serve your order now or would you like to wait for the others?' she asked. 'Bring the juice now and hold the rest' I replied. 'Thank you sir' she said and disappeared. Two minutes later she brought the juice. 'Here you are sir. I am sure you will enjoy it' she said with a smile. 'I am sure I will Shanti' I said reading the nametag pinned on her ample breast. 'Thank you sir. Should you require anything else then just call me' she said and moved away to a respectable distance from the table. Shanti was around 22 years old, slim, not too tall but with nice features and real big tits. She had a dazzling smile. Several times I noticed her staring at me intently and for no apparent reason she would blush and then smile shyly to herself. As I drank the juice and admired this girl, I saw Razia enter with her two kids. I raised my hand to draw her attention. She saw my signal and chose to ignore it but Rashid did not. 'Come mommy, there is uncle Sahebji' he shouted and ran towards me. Reluctantly Razia followed dragging Shabnam behind her. 'Please join me' I requested getting up. She looked around helplessly and with a shrug said, 'Might as well'. Rashid was already seated on my right. Shabnam sat on my left and Razia took the chair opposite me. After she had settled down Shanti appeared, 'Good morning madam. What would you like for breakfast?' she said handing her a menu. Razia studied the fare for some minutes, 'The children will have a bowl of porridge, two fried eggs with toast, butter, marmalade and a large glass of hot milk each. I will have some toast and tea please'. 'Try the fresh orange juice it is very good' I said. 'That's all' she said to Shanti turning a deaf ear to my recommendation. 'Oh mommy I don't want porridge' Rashid pleaded. 'Quiet young man you know you have to eat your porridge' she said sternly. 'But mommy you know I don't like porridge, I want juice' he persisted. 'Maybe later after you have finished your breakfast' she said. Breakfast was a silent affair. Several times I tried to start a conversation but was unceremoniously snubbed. Rashid was making heavy weather with his porridge. Razia tried coaxing, threatening and bribing him but without making any headway. At last she threw up her arms in despair, 'What am I to do with this stubborn boy? He is as obstinate as his father. I give up, do what you like but remember this is the last time I bring you with me on a holiday'. 'May I try that is if you permit?' I asked. She stared at me for few seconds and shrugged her shoulders, 'Be my guest. It can't do any harm can it?' I whispered few words in his ear. Rashid nodded vigorously. 'Son then be a good boy and eat your porridge' I said aloud. 'Yes sir' Rashid replied and dug into the porridge. In no time he went through the whole bowl. With admiration in her eyes Razia said, 'My, my I had heard of miracles happening but I am seeing one for the first time. Even his father could not make him eat his porridge with such speed. Sahebji what did you say to him?' 'Shall I tell her?' I asked Rashid. He shook his head and with his mouth full of egg and toast mumbled, 'No it is our secret'. 'Sorry Razia, it is our secret' I said with a laugh. The ice was now broken. While we finished our breakfast, from the corner of my eye I could see Shanti hovering around the table. If I had not set my sights on Razia then I would surely have tried to bed Shanti. 'Maybe who knows I might still get an opportunity later' I thought. After breakfast we strolled into the garden. It was a beautiful day. The winter sun was mild. It was very pleasant to sit out. We sat together overlooking an artificial lake. During our conversation, I told her that I was single and a free lance commercial artist and asked, 'How come you are taking a holiday without your husband?' 'I am not married' she said. 'What you are not married but these children....' surprised I blurted. Realizing how she had sounded she blushed. 'No, no nothing like that. I was married but now I am divorced. Thank God'. 'Was it that bad?' I asked. 'Worse. After a long intense legal battle, I was able to secure my divorce last month. I decided that I deserved a holiday to recover from that ordeal and here we are' she said with nervous laugh. Then she looked at her watch, 'Come children time for your studies'. 'Studies? On a holiday?' I asked raising an eyebrow. 'The schools are not closed and the children will be missing classes. We agreed that we would study for two hours daily. Didn't we children?' both Shabnam and Rashid nodded and followed her inside. 'See you at lunch' I shouted after her and waited with bated breath for her reply. She turned her head and smiled then nodded. I congratulated myself at the little progress I had made in my project of 'Fucking of Razia'. Before I could say Jack Robinson Shanti was there, 'Sir would you care for an aperitif before lunch?' Apparently she had been watching us. 'Yes a bottle of cold beer please' I ordered. When she left I thought, 'Isski harkaton se lagta hai yeh lardki chudwana chahati hai. Agar Razia ko chodene ka kaam nahin bana tau isse hee ko chod kar chutti ka mazaa loonga. Iss ko bhi phasa kar rakhna theek hoga (From her behavior it seems this girl wants to be screwed. If I don't succeed with Razia then I will fuck her and make my holiday more enjoyable. Best would be to keep her in good humor also)'. Soon Shanti was back, 'Here you are sir. I have brought some nuts to go with it?' she said placing the bottle of beer and a large bowl of monkey nuts on the table. 'Thank you, very kind of you. Shanti. Do you know that you are very pretty?' I said. She turned beet root red. 'Thank you sir. Should you require anything, just anything I am always at your service' she said giving me a dazzling smile. At lunch when Razia came in with the children I was already seated at the table waiting for them. I pushed the sign reading 'Reserved for Mr. and Mrs. Sahebji and family' towards her, 'See what did I tell you even the dining room staff thinks we are husband and wife'. 'My God is everyone employed in this hotel stupid? She said getting irritated and muttered to herself, 'I think I will have to do something about it'. My move to make her think about her marriage and chudai (fucking) had boomeranged. This was a big set back to my plan. 'What if the hotel allots her a separate table? I will not have such easy access to her company' I thought and tried to retrieve the situation. 'Let them think what they want to as long as we know what the reality is'. Razia did not respond. Razia again had difficulty with Rashid. This time it was the greens. Rashid did not like them and wouldn't eat them. Razia looked beseechingly at me, 'Sahebji please try drilling some sense into his head and make him eat the green vegetables'. 'Rashid remember what I told you in the morning?' He nodded. 'Then be a good boy and eat your greens' I said. Reluctantly Rashid started to eat them. 'God Sahebji you are a marvel' Razia said admiringly. After lunch I saw Razia talking to the reception. I thought that instead of my intention of fucking Razia I had screwed the 'Project fucking of Razia' and maybe it was time to launch 'Operation Shanti'. When she came back hoping for a miracle I asked, 'So you told them that we were not married and asked for a separate table?' Blushing she said, 'No I did not tell them that. I had wanted to but changed my mind. The children eat so much better with you around'. I made a mental note to buy Rashid some chocolates. Till after lunch the next day nothing of importance happened except that Shanti's behavior had become more suggestive. While serving Shanti bent low in a manner that I had a clear view of her huge boobs. After lunch I saw Razia talking to the reception again. This time the conversation did not look as amicable as it was yesterday. She looked angry and was waving her hands around, as the clerk patiently explained to her whatever it was. Suddenly she turned and came towards us, the children and me. 'God this hotel is really the pits' she said angrily. 'Now what has happened?' I asked. 'Yesterday I asked them if they had a crŠche. They said yes they had one and it is open from 8 a.m. to 8 p.m. but today when I wanted to leave the children there, they tell me that it is closed today because the lady who runs it has reported sick. I don't know what to do now?' she said getting more annoyed. 'Why do you need to leave the children in the crŠche?' I inquired. 'In half an hour I have an appointment with a famous hairdresser in town. I took the appointment yesterday thinking I could leave the children at the crŠche. After a lot of persuasion he gave me this appointment at short notice as a big favor to me. If I cancel it, then he will not be able to take me for another two weeks and by then I won't be here. God what a mess' she said in desperation. 'Your hair look great to me' I said but seeing the 'you men' look in her eyes hastily added, 'why don't you visit the one in the hotel normally they are also top class?' 'My friend was here last month she told me that they were no good. She said the one in town is a little expensive but the best. Now I will have to miss my appointment. Thanks to this stupid hotel' she said dejectedly. 'I tell you what Razia. You go ahead and keep your appointment and I will look after the children. What do you say guys?' Shabnam remained silent and looked at Razia but Rashid shouted excitedly, 'Yes mommy please'. 'Really Sahebji you will do this for me?' she inquired. 'Of course I will do anything but in this case for a small reward later' I said with a smile. She stared at me. I could hear her mind ticking. Then she came to a decision, 'Okay agreed. You will get your small reward when I return' stressing the word small. Everything settled she hurried to keep her appointment and I took the children out into the garden. All afternoon I played with them whatever they wanted. Later some other children came and the children joined them. I relaxed on a bench but kept an eye on them. At about six Razia returned. After exchanging a few words with the kids she walked up to me, 'How do I look?' she asked. 'Razia you always looked beautiful to me but now you look stunning' I said with a smile. She blushed prettily, 'Thank you sir. It was made possible by you. I am grateful to you for keeping an eye on my brood'. 'Lady just thanks are not enough. You promised me a reward, remember? I said grinning devilishly. 'Yes I did promise you a reward but a small one remember. What would you like?' she said again stressing the word small. 'Not much, just a kiss' I said. 'Now? Here in front of everyone?' she asked surprised. 'Not here but there' I said pointing to some tall bushes ten yards away, 'no one will see us. It is also getting dark and the bushes will give us ample protection from prying eyes'. 'Okay let us get it over' she said and strode towards the bushes. Once behind the bushes I took her in my arms and she raised her face. I placed my lips on her lips. Then pulling her to me I started to kiss her passionately. At first she struggled to free herself from my grip then her body melted against mine. Her mouth opened and our tongues fought the battle of the tongues. With one arm I held her tightly against my body and with the other hand I pressed her bottoms to my crotch rubbing my hard on against her choot (cunt). After several minutes when we came up for air we were gasping for air. She made no effort to withdraw herself from my arms. I again kissed her but this time tenderly. She sighed audibly. With my free hand I squeezed her beautiful boobs. As soon as she felt my hand on her tits she pushed me away from her and looked accusingly at me, 'Aapne meri chuchi kyon dabayi isski tau koyi baat nahin huyi thi? (Why did you press my tits this was not part of the bargain?)' 'I was only obeying orders' I said with a straight face. 'Obeying orders! What orders? Whose orders? I did not ask you to press my tits' she said. 'No you didn't but they did' I said pointing to her boobs, 'since we met they are saying to me "we are so pretty and well shaped, why don't you squeeze us. Yes Sahebji go ahead we would like that" so not wanting to insult them I pressed your boobs' I grinned. Razia laughed, 'You are a naughty man I will have to be careful of you. Tomorrow you will say something else gave you orders and you will want to f.....' realizing what she was about to say she stopped and blushed. I tried to kiss her again but she stopped me, 'No more sir. You wanted one kiss but you have taken two already' and walked away towards her children. I was pleased at the progress I had made. I thought, 'The kiss has definitely made her choot wet. She even thought of me fucking her'. I waited for few minutes before following her. After dinner that evening we sat in the residents lounge like a family would. We were the sole occupants of the lounge. Razia sat knitting while the children romped around playing hide and seek. I sat opposite her admiring her beautiful face, her perfectly shaped boobs and making small talk. Razia sat with her legs slightly apart. My eyes fell on the ball of wool nestling between her legs, 'Razia how I wish I was as lucky as that ball of wool lying so near the gates of heaven I am yearning for since I met you'. She blushed and closed her thighs. Suddenly Rashid came running and jumped on to her lap. 'Oww! Rashid please be careful. You could have hurt me badly. Now get off and let me knit'. Rashid shook his head and ground his small bottoms deeper into her lap forcing her thighs to widen again. 'Get up you rascal. I can't knit while you are sitting on my lap' she said. 'No I won't' Rashid replied with a laugh. She tried to push him off but he held on to her. She looked at me, 'Sahebji please remove this little imp from my lap'. I pushed my hands under his bottoms to lift him. I could feel the heat emanating from her choot. With her choot at touching distance I could not resist the temptation to squeeze her open thighs. I looked at her while caressing them. Our eyes met, she held my gaze without any protest. Emboldened by her favorable reaction I moved my hand towards her seat of pleasure. Suddenly she laughed, 'Don't tell me that a big strong man like you can't lift a small boy'. 'There' I said lifting Rashid and slapping him playfully on his bottom, 'now go and play with your sister and let your mother knit'. I had a huge hard on. I sat down next to her and placed my arms around her shoulders. Pulling her towards me I said, 'Razia I wanted you from the moment I laid eyes on you. I am mad about you. Please give me a kiss'. 'What here? No you will compromise me' she said. 'How can I? Everyone thinks that we are married and there is no one around to see us anyway. Please my sweet Razia' I persisted. 'But the children will see' she argued. 'The children are too busy playing. They will not notice' I said taking her hand and placing it on my hard lund (cock). She tried to pull it away but I held it there. 'No Sahebji please not now' she protested. 'If not now then when?' I asked. 'Later' she said blushing. 'All right later. You unlock the connecting door and I will come to you when the kids are asleep' I suggested. 'No, no don't do that you will disturb the children' she said hastily. 'Okay, then you come to my room when they are asleep' I said. Blushing she replied, 'All right. I will come'. With a song in my heart I said, 'Promise? I will wait for you at ten'. 'Yes at ten but only if you behave yourself now' she said trying to pull her hand away from my hard on. I released her hand. She withdrew it but not before she had squeezed my cock a couple of times. I returned to my seat opposite her. Happy at the turn of events I looked at her. There was subdued excitement in her eyes and her face had a strange glow. 'She is just as eager to be with me as I am to be with her' I thought and decided that now Rashid deserved a real big box of chocolate. Ten minutes later she stood up and said, 'Come children time for bed'. Both the children protested. 'Mommy let us play for some more time, please' Rashid said and ran to me for support. 'No it is already late. Come on' she said. 'Uncle Sahebji please ask mommy to let us play for some more time' Rashid begged. 'Ten minutes more' I said. Both the children nodded eagerly. 'Please Razia let them play for ten minutes more' I requested throwing my lot with the children. She looked at me accusingly. Her eyes seemed to say, 'Look now who is delaying matters'. 'All right ten minutes and not a minute more'. Ten minutes later all three went to their room. I looked at my watch. It was not yet nine. There was plenty of time. I went to the bar and had a leisurely drink thinking of the untold pleasures that awaited me that night. Once in my room I shaved, although I did not require to, and took a long hot shower. I applied my best cologne and changed into my silk pajama suit. I looked at my reflection in the full-length mirror. For the occasion I thought I was a bit over dressed. Discarding the top I got into bed to wait for Razia to arrive. The nearby clock tower struck ten but no sign of Razia. I waited for another ten minutes then ten more. I started getting doubts. 'Did she really mean it or was it just a ploy to get rid me?' I thought. To find out the truth of the matter I tried the connecting door. It was locked. I knocked on it and called out her name softly. There was no reply, nor could I hear any movement on the other side. I called her room on the internal phone. After two rings a breathless Razia said, 'Yes'. 'Aren't you coming? You promised to come at ten. I am waiting for you' I said impatiently. 'Waiting for me? Where? Why?' she asked giggling. 'In bed where else to make wild love to you all night long' I replied, 'are you coming or you want me to bang on the connecting door all night and wake up the whole hotel'. 'No don't do that I am coming but give me some more time to make myself pretty for you'. 'You are already pretty enough to eat' I replied. 'Flatterer! Yes I will come. I had a hard time getting Rashid to sleep. Give me just ten minutes more. Please Sahebji ten minutes and no more' she replied, 'and don't phone again I don't want you to wake the children' It was after twenty agonizing minutes that I heard the doorknob of the connecting door turn. I was waiting for her. She came in leaving the door slightly ajar. She wore a knee length nightie with a shawl wrapped round her bare shoulders to keep herself warm. Jumping out of bed I took her in my arms and we kissed. 'Aren't you a little over dressed for the occasion' I said pulling off her shawl and nightie. 'Please don't it is cold' she protested. I looked at her naked body. Like her ass her boobs were firm. The nipples were hard and erect with excitement. She had no hair on her choot. Even in the dim light of the bedside lamp I could clearly see her hard erect clit peeping out from her lower lips. As I stood admiring her naked beauty she said, 'Please Sahebji I am cold'. 'Don't fret darling, my immersion rod will soon warm you' I said dropping my pajama bottoms freeing my raging hard on from its confines. Taking my erect cock in her hand she exclaimed, 'God Sahebji you are very large'. Taking her in my arms I kissed her tenderly. She shivered. Dear reader I would like to think that it was my kiss and the size of my tool that made her tremble but in all probability the real reason was the cold weather. We slipped inside the bed. While kissing her I ran my fingers between her cunt lips while she moved the fore skin of my cock up and down. I kissed her on her lips, nibbled her ear and then suckled her erect tit tnipples. She kept moaned, 'Oh Sahebji' 'Oh Sahebji'. I moved lower towards her cunt pausing briefly to rotate my tongue in her navel. I licked her swollen cunt lips. 'Oh Sahebji it feels sooooo good' she moaned and raised her hips pressing her cunt to my lips. I took her hard clit between my teeth and bit lightly on it. 'Oww it hurts but it feels soooo good. Don't stop. Go on Y..hes go on'. Her legs widened. I moved lower and pushed my tongue into her choot. 'AGHRR' she screamed and with a loud sigh released her love juices. As I licked her offering she said, 'Mujhse ab saha nahin jata. Sahebji der mat karo. Apna laurda meri bur main ghusserd do (I can't stand it any more. Sahebji don't delay. Shove your cock into my cunt)'. I got on top of her, 'As you wish my queen' I said and placing my cock at the entrance of her choot and gave a push. The knob entered. 'Oh lagta hai. Yaad hai na, maine teen saal se nahin chudwaya dheere, dheere dalo (Oh it hurts. Remember I have not fucked for three years push it in slowly)'. I moved my cock in and out. Going deeper with each stroke till I was fully inside her love tube. 'Ab poora ghuss gaya (Now I am fully in)' I panted. 'Haan ab mujhe chodo (Yes now fuck me)' she moaned. I started to move my cock in and out of her dripping choot. I fucked her with long slow strokes varying the length and speed constantly. Her moans were getting louder and louder. Her back arched upwards. 'Oh my god it feels so good. I had nearly forgotten this heavenly feeling. Aur zorse chodo. Haan aur tez. Oh mera nikalne wala hai (Fuck me harder. Y..hes faster. Oh I am about to cum)' she moaned. 'Y..hes like this Y..hes my god Sahebji I AM COMMMMINNNNG' she screamed and lay inert. I slowed down and nearly stopped. 'Oh! Don't stop. Keep moving. Make me cum again' she said bucking her bottoms from below. I recommenced the fuck motion. After a few strokes her bottoms started to move keeping rhythm with my in and out strokes. 'My God Sahebji continue like this. You will make me cum again. Are you not coming' she inquired. 'Y..hes I am also not too far away. Do I need to be careful?' I panted. 'No. For gods sake don't take it out now. Cum inside me' she moaned. 'Faster Sahebji faster and harder. I am nearly there. Y..hes, y..hes I am there OHHH MY GODD SAAAHEEEEBJIIIII' she shouted and came. At this moment I also shot my load into her cum thirsty cunt. For few minutes we lay kissing savoring the intense sensation we had just experienced. As I was about to get off she said, 'No, please not yet. Fuck me one more time'. Who was I to object? I started to move my half-stiff cock in and out till it was hard again. After a long satisfying second fuck we lay resting. I lit a cigarette and Razia cuddled up to me. She lay with her head on my chest twirling the locks of hair growing there between her fingers. 'Sahebji I am dying to ask you something? Promise you will tell the truth' she asked. 'Of course why not?' I assured her 'What did you whisper to Rashid that morning which prompted him to eat his porridge in such quick time' she asked. 'What! I feel insulted is this the reason why you agreed to come to me tonight. My dear Razia you did not have to sleep with me for that. I would have told you if you had only said please, please' I said with tongue in the cheek. 'Don't be silly. That was not the real reason. Tell me' she said tugging at the hair on my chest. 'Oww lady that hurt' I said. 'If you don't tell me then I will pull harder' she threatened. 'Okay, Okay I will tell you but only if you tell me the real reason why you agreed to come to me tonight. I can't believe you are here. At first you were so reserved and aloof that I thought you will never agree' I said. 'Okay I will tell you everything. Satisfied? Now tell' she said. 'Okay. I whispered to him, "Rashid jaldi se apni porridge kha le nahin tau main teri gaand maroonga" ("Eat your porridge quickly other wise I will bugger you")' I said with a straight face. Razia was aghast. 'NO YOU DIDN'T?' She said loud enough to wake the neighbors. 'Shh not so loud you will wake the neighbors. Of course I didn't I was just joking. Do you think I am an ass?' I replied offended. 'I wouldn't know about that' she laughed, 'I knew you were joking. I suppose the poor fellow doesn't even know what gaand (ass hole) means'. 'Maybe not but I bet Shabnam knows all about choot (cunt), lund (cock) and chudai (fucking)' I said. 'Mmm most probably she does. Today the girls of her age are much more aware of sex than we were in our days. Can you believe that I only learnt these words when I was nearly thirteen' she said laughing, 'Sahebji forget about Shabnam she is too young. Had she been at least fourteen or so then I would have let you deflower her, so that she could also enjoy your formidable lund. It is not every day that a girl meets a man with such a fine tool'. 'Maybe you will let me when she is older' I said hopefully. 'Maybe yes, maybe no' she laughed. 'That I will decide if and when we meet again and if by then I haven't changed my mind or met someone better equipped than you. Now enough of daydreaming. Tell me what did you really say to him'. 'It was nothing earth moving. I asked him if he wanted to be tall and strong like me?' He nodded. 'Well then I told him to eat his porridge and he ate it. That is all' I said. 'My God this boy. I could have said the same thing till I was blue in the face but he wouldn't have budged and if a stranger says the same thing the rascal gobbles up his porridge' she laughed. 'It requires a man to handle a boy', I said smugly, 'now it is your turn to divulge all'. 'All right but while I am telling you, you will not look at me. I feel embarrassed' she said. 'Embarrassed? Sweetheart you must be joking. You are lying naked in my bed holding my laurda in your hand. I have fucked you twice and still you say you will feel embarrassed?' I asked surprised. 'Baring one's body is one thing and laying open one's heart and Soul is another. You will not understand. You are a man. Promise?' she replied. She was right I did not understand but nevertheless I agreed, 'On my honor'. I looked up to heaven and thought, 'God what a strange creature you have created. I hope that at least you can understand her because I can't. Anyway thank you for creating her. Life would not be worth living without her '. 'When I you saw in the lobby for the first time, I liked you. You were the type I could get friendly with, real friendly, if you get what I mean' she said starting her narration, 'but my mind cautioned me "Razia you have just divorced your husband after a three year long legal battle. You are very vulnerable. Be careful don't rush into things" the warning was timely and the point well taken. I mulled over it and decided to be reserved and aloof even to the degree of rudeness if necessary'. 'In the lift you introduced yourself. I could see in your eyes that you liked me. Staying with my resolve I ignored your friendly gesture. Then the luggage mix up took place. You pointed to the connecting door and kept repeating that the bellboy and the reception clerk thinks we are married. This made me think back on my married days and all the goodies that go with it, which I was missing so much'. Here I nudged her, 'What all goodies go with marriage? I have never been married therefore I don't know. Don't talk in riddles say things clearly'. 'Don't tell me you are that dumb. No, I think you want me to use naughty words. Don't you?' she said. 'Yes it makes the story real sexy' I replied grinning. 'No I can't, I feel embarrassed' she said. 'How can you, you were using them a few minutes back' I countered. 'Oh that was in the heat of passion but like this. I don't think I could do it' she said. 'Listen just imagine my lund is in your choot and we are fucking then it will come easier' I laughed. She hit me playfully on my chest, 'Okay Mr. Dumbo all the chudai (fucking) that goes with it, which I was missing now. Happy?' I grinned at her. 'Hey that reminds me' she inquired, 'did you by any chance bribe the bellboy to leave my suitcases in your room?' 'Definitely not but I wish I had thought of it. Believe me it was his genuine mistake. I must confess that I did notice the mix up but kept quiet so that I could have another chance to talk to you' I smiled. She laughed, 'Mr. Dumbo I think you are a sly one'. 'In my room you again introduced yourself. The way you did it won over the hearts of the children. I also felt attracted towards you but I sensed danger to my virtue and resolved to stay way from you. The resolve was however short-lived' she continued, 'in the dinning room I saw your signal and ignored it but Rashid did not. I had no choice but to share the table with you. I admired the way you handled Rashid. At lunch you pushed the sign "Mr. and Mrs. Sahebji and family" under my nose. Again saying even the dining room staff thought we were married. That night I fantasized what it would be like to be Mrs. Sahebji and got very wet and horny'. 'Today afternoon when you offered to look after the children in exchange for a small reward, I was very skeptic. I wondered what all you could ask for? It had be something to do with sex. Will you ask for my bur (cunt)? No you won't be so crude. Would you want to grope my body? Somehow I thought that was not your style and dismissed it. Ah! You will ask me for a kiss I thought. Yes that is what he will want I concluded. I agreed because I was also very curious as to how it would feel like to be in your arms and be kissed by you'. 'So you guessed what I would want before you agreed? I commented. 'Did you think that I would give anyone carte blanche? No never' she replied continuing with her story, 'Oh when you kissed me and pressed your hard laurda (cock) against my bur (cunt). I was in seventh heaven. My whole body was trembling and tingling with pleasure. I was dripping. I could have stood for hours in your arms kissing you. Then you pressed my tits. I did not expect it and it took me by surprise. That is why I acted the way I did. I felt flattered by your explanation. It was quite funny but the thought that you found my boobs very pretty and well shaped was flattering. By this time all my resolves had gone for a six. I wanted to be as near as possible to you. Oh you can't imagine how much I wanted you to squeeze my tits again'. 'On my way back to the hotel I cursed myself for behaving the way I had. I wished and prayed that by my adverse reaction I had not turned you off and hoped that you will continue your assault on my virtue opening the door for me to be seduced like a lady. I was not disappointed. After dinner when you squeezed my thighs, oh Sahebji believe me my bur (cunt) was leaking like a municipality tap. I desperately wanted to be with you tonight. One thing led to another and here I am lying naked in your bed waiting to be fucked silly by you. Well this the story' she concluded. 'Razia if I had not as you put it I quote "continued my assault on your virtue and opening the door for me to be seduced like a lady" unquote then what would you have done?' I asked. 'Aap se chudwane ka faisala tau main kar hee chuki thi phir mujhe kayeki sharam thi. Main Randi ban kar apke palang main ghuss jaati (That posed no problem. As I had already decided to fuck you I would have acted like a whore and invited myself into your bed)' she laughed. 'You behave like a whore? No way I don't believe it' I replied. 'You don't? I will show you' Razia said and took my semi hard cock in her mouth and in no time brought it to erection. She climbed over me and inserting my cock in her cunt 'Am I acting "whorish" enough for you?' and started to ride me. After ten minutes of fucking motion she panted, 'Sahebji I can't go on I am tired. You do it now'. I rolled her over and finished what she had started. We lay resting and talking when suddenly, 'SSHh I hear Rashid whining' Razia said cocking her ears towards her room. Getting out of bed Razia paused just long enough to pick up the shawl from the floor and ran into her room while still wrapping it round her naked top. She returned after ten minutes. 'Poor fellow he is so restless tonight. Thank god he is asleep now' she said getting into bed. 'Yes he is a good fellow. I like him' I said. 'Yes he is an angel when he wants otherwise he is a rascal of the first order, just like his father' she laughed. 'Rashid may be a rascal but in my book he is an angel' I said. 'How so?' Razia asked. 'If it had not been for him then you would not have been here. It was he who brought you into my room when the luggage mix up took place. It was he who gave me the opportunity to impress you with the porridge episode. It was he who readily agreed to spend the afternoon with me when you went to the hairdresser making it possible for me to kiss you. It was he who sat on your lap earlier today when I could caress your sexy thighs and make you horny. I have decided to express my gratitude to him by giving him a big box of chocolate' I explained. 'What about me? I have given you my choot don't I also deserve to get a box of chocolates?' Razia pouted. 'Of course my dear' I laughed, 'for you I had reserved my lund but if you prefer a box chocolates instead.....?' 'Definitely not I was joking' Razia replied kissing my cock, 'I am very happy with my lot'. 'Razia why did you divorce your husband?' I asked. 'Oh please don't remind me of that cheating bastard' she said getting annoyed. 'Tut, tut harsh words for the father of your children' I commented. 'You will call him even harsher names if you knew what all he did' she replied. 'Okay, try me. Tell me what he did? I said. 'All right hmmmm I don't know where to start' she mused. 'Start at the very beginning. In my book it is always the best place' I advised. 'Few months after my eighteenth birthday I became Mrs. Aziz Ahmed...' she said starting her narration. 'Ahmed? I interrupted, 'but I thought you said your name was Razia Khan' 'It is. After my divorce I reverted to my maiden name Khan' she clarified. 'Sorry for interrupting you. Please go on' I requested. She continued, 'Aziz was a ladies man tall, very handsome and very rich. He had inherited number of properties and had millions in other investments. He himself was a highly competent engineer. He worked as a consultant and made quite a big yearly packet, much more than we could easily spend. He did not have a regular office but had converted one room in our flat as his office and operated from there'. 'He loved sex and was very horny. On my wedding night he fucked me so hard and so often that I could hardly walk in the morning. At first it hurt a lot but later I could not get enough. That night he not only popped my cherry but also made me pregnant'. 'After Shabnam was born I did not want another child for at least three years. Aziz did not really care but recommended that I take birth control pills. The pills were new on the market and still not free of all glitches. I hesitated because a friend of mine had taken them and had become sterile. The result was that I let him cum inside me only on my safe days. On other days I insisted that he withdraw before cumming. Aziz did not like it. One night Aziz wanted to fuck me in my ass hole. Initially I refused but seeing how miserable he was I acceded to his demand. In the beginning I did not enjoy it at all but later I learned to love it'. 'Sahebji do you like fucking girls in their ass hole? Razia asked. 'My dear I love it. Do you want me to fuck you in your ass hole now?' I replied with enthusiasm. 'No darling not now we will keep it for later, maybe tomorrow' she smiled. 'It is still a mystery to me that despite all the precautions I took how that horny bastard got me pregnant again when Shabnam was only one year old. After Rashid was born to avoid further pregnancies I was compelled to take birth control pills and prayed that I don't become sterile. I was enjoying the children so much that after a year only I wanted another baby. We tried hard but without result. I went to doctors but they could not help also. The damned pills had made me sterile also'. 'Our flat was very large. I had a cleaning woman coming every morning to clean and dust it. We did not have any servant. Our family was small and I loved to cook and look after them in general. One thing that I was very particular about was feeding my family fresh vegetables and fruits each day. I did not believe in storing them in the refrigerator like others do. For this reason I went to the mandi (wholesale market) every morning at around 10 returning by noon in time to cook lunch. My life was good and I was happy'. 'One morning on the way to the mandi I realized that I did not have enough money with me. I turned around. On entering the flat I heard some strange sounds. The sounds were coming from the bedroom. The door was ajar. I pushed it open and was shocked to see a girl, with her sari pulled up to her waist, was lying on my bed with her legs in the air and my husband was banging his lund into her hairy choot'. Aghast I shouted, 'Aziz yahan kya ho raha hai? (Aziz what is going on here?)' Hearing my voice the girl pushed my husband off her and ran out of the room crying. As she ran past me I did not recognize her but her face was very familiar. Sahebji you can imagine how I felt. I was devastated and became hysterical. I kept shouting, "Aziz kyon? (Aziz why?) Yeh tumnain kyoon kara? (Why did you do that?) Kya main khoobsoorat nahin hoon jawan nahin hoon? (Am I not pretty and young?) Maine kabhie chudwane ko mana kiya hai? (Have I ever denied you my choot?) Maine tau tumhain apni gaand bhi marne dee (I have even let you fuck me in my ass hole) Why did you do this to me? I loved you so much". I was so angry and disappointed that I started to cry'. Aziz said, 'Darling please listen to me. It was not my fault'. 'How can you say it was not your fault' I shouted at him, 'Maine apni aankhon se dekha ki tum uss lardki ko chod rahe the (I saw you fucking that girl with my own eyes)'. 'Please Razia listen to me. I don't know how it happened. Please believe me' he pleaded. I was calmer now, 'All right tell me what happened?' I said. 'After you left I was working when the doorbell rang. I went to check. This girl was standing outside with a cup in her hand. She said that she wanted to borrow some sugar. I took her into the kitchen and started to give her some sugar. She said, 'Aziz babu aap mujhe bahut achche lagte ho (Aziz sir I like you very much)' and embraced me spilling some sugar on the floor. I struggled to free myself but she caught hold of my laurda. You know me. My laurda became erect instantaneously and suddenly my mind went blank. The next thing I remember was you shouting Aziz yahan kya ho raha hai (Aziz what is happening here?). I then noticed that my lund was inside that girl's choot and I was fucking the girl. Darling, believe me I did not do it consciously'. I knew that my husband did make quite an impression on girls but I did not believe a word of what he said. Without saying a word I went into the kitchen. I was shocked to see a cup, which did not belong to us and some sugar spilt on the floor collaborating his story. 'Yeh lardki kaun thi? Maine isse pahele kahin dekha hai (Who was this girl? I have seen her before)' I asked. 'Her name is Beena she works for the Singhs on the 8th floor' Aziz replied. 'How do you know all these details? I asked suspiciously. 'How do I know darling because I asked her. You think I would have let a strange girl into the flat without knowing something about her' he said. I thought over the situation and said, 'Aziz I don't believe a word of what you have told me'. He walked into the children's room and placed his hand on the head of sleeping Rashid, 'I swear on the head of my only son that today was the first time I saw this girl and what I have told you is the truth. Satisfied! Now do you believe me'. I thought that no father would swear to a lie on the head of his own son, also six months back Aziz had slipped in the bathroom and hurt his head. On that occasion also his mind had gone blank. The doctor had warned me that this may reoccur but with time he would recover fully. Like a fool I believed him, 'Okay Aziz this time I forgive you but if I ever hear that you are cheating on me I will surely divorce you'. 'There will never be another time. This was the first and the last time that I ever let a girl inside the flat in your absence' he swore. I think a few words about Beena would be in order. Beena was 19 years old, not too tall; slim with melon sized boobs. When she walked they swung in such a manner that any man would get a hard on. She was quite pretty in her own way. Not my type but for Aziz a choot was a choot. She worked for Mr. and Mrs. Singh. Both worked and they had no children. For this reason Beena was alone all day and became easy prey of Aziz's lust. That night when he wanted to fuck me I did not let him as I could not get the scene of his lund going in and out of Beena's choot out of mind. Sahebji time is a great healer. With passing of days the picture also faded and we returned to our normal married life. I had forgiven him but Allah had not. One morning returning from the market, I was about to step out of the elevator when I saw Beena coming out of our flat wiping her choot with her sari. I was so taken aback that I forgot to get out. When I recovered from the shock the elevator was on the ground floor. My mind was in turmoil. I wanted to think things out. It was obvious to me that Aziz had fucked Beena again. One thing was certain that I was going to divorce him. Aziz had lied to me. He swore to an untruth on my son's head and this time I was not going to forgive him. I was also quite sure that Beena had not seen me and could not warn him. With the huge amount of money at his command he could buy and sell several witnesses. I also resolved to act normally till I could obtain competent advice. Ten minutes later when I returned to the apartment I found Aziz in the kitchen cleaning sugar crystals lying on the floor. 'Aziz what are you doing?' I asked. He was quite surprised to see me. 'I was planning on brewing a cup of tea and spilled some sugar. Just cleaning it up' he lied without turning a hair. I also noticed the same cup on the kitchen table. I immediately realized how he was operating. Before he started to ram Beena, he prepared his alibi by placing the cup and spilling some sugar in case he was surprised. 'Don't worry you smart bastard I will get you' I thought and without remonstrating with him I acted normally. 'Don't worry darling you go and do your work, I will clean up and make tea for you' I said evenly. Next day after making inquires I met a lawyer Mr. Mohammed Habib Mirza. Mr. Mirza, a young man of 30/32 had a reputation of being a go-getter. He was supposed to be brilliant and specialized in divorce cases. In a short period of 5/7 years he had built a reputation of a formidable adversary and a practice which would make many lawyers of longer standing jealous. After hearing my story Mr. Mirza told me that he sympathizes with me but just my say so is not enough. I was annoyed, 'But Mr. Mirza I saw all this with my own eyes'. 'Maybe so but your husband will surely deny this and we don't know what Beena will say' he said, 'to have a solid case we require solid proof like photographs or sworn statements of Beena or other independent witnesses. These are not easy to get and could cost a lot'. 'If this is what you want', I said with resolve, 'then I will get them. When you have them then you assure me that my divorce will go through'. 'Like a hot knife through butter' he said with a smile. Thinking over matters I realized that if photographs were required then I would need a camera. Secondly to tackle Beena knowing something about her background will be very helpful. Next day I bought a Polaroid camera and a good cassette recorder in case I required to record Beena's statement. Aziz even commented as to why I need them. I countered him by saying, 'I want to take your and children's pictures without having to wait days to see the results and record their voices as they grow up. Do you any objection?' 'No, no go ahead if it pleases you' Aziz replied. I practiced taking photos at home, specially in the bedroom and recording their voices till I was proficient in their use. In the meanwhile I let things go on as usual. Aziz continued to screw Beena in the daytime and me at night. One evening I made it a point to talk to Mrs. Singh. Slowly I turned the conversation towards maids. 'You are very lucky to have such a nice maid' I said. 'Yes Beena is very efficient' she replied. 'She is also very young aren't you scared that they may go astray. You know what I mean' I said. 'No Beena is not like that, I know her family well. They are very conservative. Her father is a very respected 'elder' in his village and her elder brother is working for my parents since years. Beena got infatuated with a married man in the village and before she did anything silly her father sent her to her brother. I got her from there' Mrs. Singh said. 'How do you know that she had not already done something silly? You know once these young girls have tasted......mmm start they want more and all sorts of people visit them when they are alone' I said. 'Don't worry I thought of it too' she laughed, 'before employing her I had her medically checked up. She was a virgin. Why are you asking all this? Are you looking for a maid? She has a younger sister I can ask her brother. I am sure she would love to work in the city'. 'No, no I was just curious. My family is small and I can look after them' I replied. But in my mind I thought, 'Aziz ne Beena ki choot tau phard di main usski choti behan ki choot ko phardwane main koyi madad nahin karoongi (Aziz had deflowered Beena and I was not going to be instrumental in helping him take the cherry of her younger sister also)'. Fortified with Beena's background I was ready to tackle her. One afternoon I went up to Mrs. Singh's flat. 'Memsahib aap (Madam you?)?' she said as she opened the door. 'Haan main. Ander chal maine tujhse kuch baatein karni hai (Yes me. Come inside I want to talk to you)' I replied walking in. When we were seated I said, 'Achcha Beena bata Aziz tujhe kab se chod raha hai? (Okay Beena tell me since when is Aziz fucking you?)' 'Unhone mujhe bas ek baar choda hai jab aapne dekha tha (He has fucked me only once when you saw us)' she replied. She had apparently been well tutored my Aziz and was now towing his line. 'Jhoot mat bol. Main jaanti hoon ki usne tujhe aaj bhi choda hai (Don't lie. I know that he has fucked you today also)' I said. 'Nahin yeh such nahin hai. Jo maine kaha wohi such hai (No this not correct. What I told you is the truth)' Beena insisted. 'Theek hai agar tu such nahin batayegi tau main tere bapu ko sab kuch khatt likh kar bata doongi (Okay if you don't tell me the truth then I will write and tell your father everything)' I threatened. 'Likh kar bata do mujhe koyi dar nahin. Mera bapu mujh se bahut pyaar karta hai aur meri baat manega aapki nahin (Write and tell him if you want. I am not scared. My father loves me a lot. He will believe me and not you)' Beena said defiantly. 'Jaisse tu chahati hai. Jab tera bapu teri choot ki dakter se jaanch karwayega tau usse khudd pata chal jayega kaun sucha hai aur kaun jhoota (As you want. When your father gets your cunt checked by a doctor then he will find out for himself who is lying and who is telling the truth)' I said and started to rise. This scared the shit out of her. 'Thehro! Aap yeh nahin karaingi. Agar mere bapu ko pata chal gaya ki meri choot kori nahin hai tau woh mujhe jaan se maar daalega (Wait! You won't do this. If my father finds out that I am no longer a virgin then he will kill me)' she pleaded with tears in her eyes. 'Jinda rehena ka ek hee tareeka hai. Mujhe sab kuch such such bata de aur jo main kahoon woh kar. Haan main dekhoongi ki tujhe koyi bhi takleef na ho (There is only one way to stay alive. You tell me everything truthfully and do what I say. I will see to it that you have no problems)' I said. After thinking it over for few minutes Beena said wiping her tears, 'Theek hai main aapko sab kuch bata deti hoon aur jo aap kahengi main waissa hee karoongi (Okay I will tell you every thing and I will do as you say)'. 'Good girl. Achcha bata Aziz tujhe kab se chod raha hai aur ussne tujhe kaisse phasaya. Tujhe teri marzi se choda ya zabardasti ki. Ek baat aur jo tu kahegi main tape karoongi. Theek hai? (Good girl. Okay tell me since when Aziz is fucking you and how did he seduce you. Did he fuck you with your consent or by force. Yes another thing I am going to tape whatever you say. Okay?)' I said switching on the cassette recorder. 'Aap tape karna chaho tau karo maine tau aapko such batane ka phaisala kar liya hai. Such baat tau yeh hai ki chudwana nahin chahati thi lakin babu ne mujhe intna garam kar diya ki maine hee unse kaha mujhe chodo (Tape if you want to I have decided to tell you the truth. The truth is that I did not want to lose my viginity but he made me so hot that I asked him to fuck me)'. 'Poori baat bata (Tell me in detail)' I told her. This is what Beena had to say. 'One morning, after few days I started working here, I was spreading the wash to dry on the roof. Aziz babu (Aziz sir) came and asked me who I was. I told him that I had just come from the village and work for Singh memsahib (Singh madam). After that day he came everyday, bringing sweets and biscuits with him. We used to chat and eat the goodies he brought with him. He was very charming and used to say nice things about me and I loved it. I started liking him. It was not long before we were kissing. One morning he pressed my boobs. I did not like it, 'Aziz babu mere mamme mat dabayo (Aziz babu please don't press my boobs)'. He said, 'Beena teri chuchiyan bahut hee pyaari hain dabane de iss main harz hee kya hai (Beena your tits are really very pretty. Let me squeeze them. What is the harm)'. As I liked him and enjoyed talking and kissing him therefore I did not make a big issue out of it. He was right there was no real harm in it. Then one morning while kissing me he rubbed my choot from the out side of my sari. I protested loudly, 'Agar aap meri choot ko chuyenge tau main aap se bilkul baat nahin karoongi aur aapki memsahib ko bata doongi (If you touch my cunt then I will never talk to you again and will tell your madam everything)'. My threat worked because he did not attempt to touch my choot again. For the next few weeks we talked, kissed and ate the sweets he brought. Sometimes to my delight Aziz babu brought small inexpensive presents for me. He loved to play with my tits. He even persuaded me to open the buttons of my blouse and let him kiss them and suck their nipples. Memsahib such baat tau yeh hai ki jab woh meri chuchi chooste the tau meri choot main gulguli hoti thi aur mujhe bahut achcha lagta tha (Madam the truth is that when he sucked my nipple I felt tingling sensation in my cunt and liked it very much)'. One morning he said that it was his birthday and he had brought a big box of sweets for me. He told me these are imported sweets and I should try them. I ate one they were really very good. After I had eaten three of them I felt dizzy. We sat down in the shade of the lift shaft. Then I think I lost consciousness. When I recovered my blouse was open, my legs were in the air and Aziz babu was lying on top of me kissing me and pressing my boobs. Groggily I asked not realizing that I naked waist down, 'Aziz babu aap mere uper kyon lete huye hain (Aziz sir why are you lying on top of me)'. Holding me firmly by my shoulders he said, 'Beena aaj main tujhe chodoonga (I am going to fuck you today)' I protested and struggled to free myself but he held me tightly. He started to rub his cock between the lips of my choot. I liked the sensation his laurda was creating in my choot. I stopped struggling and sighed loudly. He again asked, 'Beena mujhe chodene de? (Beena let me fuck you?) My resolve to remain a virgin was weakening. He continued to rub his lund on my choot. Due to the sensation in my choot my hips started to twitch. 'Jo main kar raha hoon tujhe achcha lag raha hai na? Chodene de iss se bhi zaida mazaa aayega (You are enjoying what I am doing aren't you? Let me fuck you it will be even more enjoyable)' he requested again. What he was doing made me so hot that I lost control over my mind and wanted his laurda inside me. 'Haan babu mujhe chodena hai tau chodo lakin aisse mat tartpao (Yes babu if you want to fuck me then fuck me but don't tease me like this)' I said spreading my legs as wide as could. Meri haan sunn kar unhone ek zor ka dhakka lagaya. Unka laurda meri choot to pharta hua meri choot ke under ghuss gaya. Main dard ke maare zor se cheekhi aur unse mujhe chordene ke liye kaha. Aziz babu ne meri ek nahin sunni aur mujhe chodete rahe. Woh chod rahe the aur main neeche pardi dard ke maare kehera rahi thi. Phir mujhe laga kuch garam garam meri choot ke ander gira aur Aziz babu ne chodena band karke mere uper lete rahe (Hearing my words of consent he gave a big push. His cock tore through my virginity and entered my cunt. I cried out in pain and begged him to let me go but it had no effect on him and he continued to fuck me. He kept fucking me and I lay under him groaning with pain. Then I felt something warm being injected into my choot and he stopped fucking and lay still on top of me)'. 'Kyon Beena paheli chudai kaissi lagi? (Na Beena how did you enjoy your first fuck?)' He asked 'Bilkul achchi nahin lagi. Mujhe bahut dard hua. Ab tau mujhe udhne do (I didn't like it at all. It hurt me very much. Now let me get up)' I groaned. 'Abhi achchi lagegi (You will like it now)' he said and recommenced to fuck me. By the time he finished the second time I was enjoying it. When he let me go I regretted what I had done but tried to shift the blame on him, 'Aziz babu aapne mujhe chod kar kissi ko muh dhikane layak nahin chorda (Aziz sir after this I can't show my face to anyone)'. He kissed me and said, 'Ab jo hona tha so ho gaya. Mujhse shikayat kyon kar rahi hai? Yaad hai tune hee tau kaha tha chodene ke liye. Pagali apni pyaari shakal tau tu jisse chahe dikha sakti hai lakin apni choot mat dikhana (What had to happen has happened. Why are you blaming me now? Remember you only asked me to fuck you' Laughing he added, 'stupid you can show your sweet face to anyone you like but don't show your cunt)'. I also found it quite funny also and laughed. He then took out a gold chain from his pocket and gave it to me saying Beena I have brought this little present for you. 'Haan memsahib yeh meri kori choot phardene ka muafza tha (Yes madam this was the compensation for popping my cherry)' she said and taking off the chain gave it to me, 'Agar aap chahain tau isse aap rakh lain mujhe nahin chahayiye (If you want you can keep it I don't want it)'. Next day he was back and wanted to fuck me again. I was reluctant but by the time he went back he had fucked me twice. After that I let him fuck me whenever he wanted. Many a days when he did not come I missed him. 'Weren't to afraid of getting pregnant?' I asked Beena. She said yes she was scared and told Aziz. He told her not to worry he is there he will look after her. Then one day he gave me some pills and told me to eat one every morning. One day he said that it was getting hot on the roof and it is also not comfortable. He wanted me to come to his flat. I was scared of you finding us together and refused. He said that you go to the market every morning and are away for two hours and there's no danger of being surprised by you. Every morning when you would leave he would ring me and I would come. One day you did catch us. I was so embarrassed that I refused to let him screw me anymore. He told me that he has explained everything satisfactorily to you and persuaded me to come to the flat again. This madam is the whole truth. For few minutes I thought things over and returning her the chain said, 'Beena here take it, it is yours. Remember don't say a word about our little talk to anyone'. 'Agar babu mujhe phir bulayain tau main kya karoon? What shall I do if babu calls me again? Beena asked. 'Go to him as you did before and don't let him notice any change in your behavior. Understood?' I replied. She was surprised, 'Kya? Aap chati hain ki main ab bhi ......? (What/ You want me to still....)? 'Haan main chahati hoon ki tu pahele ki terah Aziz se chudwati rahe. Vada kar tu yeh karegi (Yes I want you to continue to fuck Aziz like before. Promise you will do that)' I confirmed to her. With the taped cassette I went to see Mr. Habib. He listened to the tape and told me that this is very good and our case is a little stronger than before but not yet hundred percent winnable. 'How did you managed it?' he asked. I laughed and said, 'Little bit of persuasion and lots of blackmail'. 'I hope you did not pay her anything' he asked looking worried. 'Of course not. Aziz fucks her I should pay her. Never' I said getting angry. 'Tell me Mrs. Razia will this girl swear to her statement before a magistrate. It will make our case even stronger'. 'Why not? I will bring her whenever you want' I replied confidently. It took some doing to get Beena to agree. She consented only after I had assured her that no one will know and no harm will come to her. Two days later we all appeared before a magistrate and Beena swore out an affidavit. Magistrate asked her whether she was making this statement on her own free will or was someone was paying her to do so. Beena said, 'I swear to God that I am making this statement on my own free will and no one has paid me to do so'. Mr. Habib was very happy, 'This is very good but now to make your case iron clad all we now require is to connect this girl to Aziz'. 'Don't worry I will get you photographs showing them in compromising position. I have a plan just give me few more days' I said. For a week I let things rest. Beena was regularly visiting Aziz. One morning instead of going to the market as usual I hid in the staircase. I watched Beena go into our apartment. I waited for fifteen minutes and then stealthily entered. The bedroom door was ajar and I could hear Beena's loud moans of pleasure. I pushed open the door slightly and took some photographs of them fucking together. From Beena's moans I sensed that she was about to cum. I waited and as soon she sighed loudly I said, 'Aziz you bastard you are again fucking this girl despite all your promises'. Beena was also taken aback. She pushed Aziz off her and ran out crying. 'Sahebji it was a funny sight. With a dazed look on his face Aziz stood naked in front of me with his erect lund shooting cum in the air' Razia said with a laugh. 'Why did you wait and did not confront them immediately after you had taken the pictures?' I asked. 'Look at this way. Beena was cooperating with me fully, so letting her cum was the least I could do' Razia replied with a smile. Armed with the photographs and the statement Habib filed for divorce. I instructed Habib, in order to protect Beena as much as possible, to use her only if it was really necessary. Habib promised me he will use the statement only if required. Aziz employed a battery of top-notch lawyers to fight the case but it did not help him. Two years later a very sympathetic judge granted the divorce giving me an equitable property settlement and a very liberal alimony. Aziz filed an appeal against the settlement terms awarded to me by the court. I told Habib to settle out of court making it clear that I wanted a lump sum alimony settlement as I did not want to be dependent on Aziz's whims and fancies each month. Habib warned me that I would stand to lose a lot of money but I did not mind, as I wanted to get Aziz out of my life once and for all. One year later everything was final. Habib told me that everything was settled and I did not lose much. 'How did you manage it?' I asked. Habib laughed, 'In the beginning he was adamant and would not budge. Then I threatened him with criminal action for raping Beena. 'You did that but Beena's must have told him about her statement?' I inquired. 'Beena might have told Aziz but he does not know the exact wordings and I was certain that he is not going to take such a risk' Habib told me laughing. He kept protesting that he had not rape her but she had asked him to have sex with him. Then I told him that you and I know this but the judge doesn't and if Beena is persuaded to testify to rape then who do you think the judge is going to believe you or her? Aziz knew he was beaten and capitulated. After that everything was plain sailing'. 'This is the whole story. After I received the money I came here on a holiday and am now lying naked in your bed being fucked silly by you' Razia concluded with a giggle. 'The way you spoke about the lawyer Habib it seems that you have a soft corner for him am I right?' I asked. She laughed, 'In a way but actually it is Habib who is in love with me. After the case was over he came over and asked me to marry him. He told me that he had fallen in love with me on the first day when I visited him but due to our client lawyer relationship he kept quiet but now that everything was over he can divulge his feelings for me'. 'What was your reaction?' I inquired. She laughed, 'I liked him very much but I told him that let me come back from my holiday then I will give him my answer'. 'What have you decided?' I asked. 'Earlier I might have said no but now I will most probably marry him' she replied. 'What has changed your mind?' I probed further. 'Before the holiday I had got used to living without the pleasures of a lund but now that I have tasted the pleasure again I don't think I will be able to live without it' she said giggling. 'What news of Aziz did you meet with him after the divorce?' I asked 'Oh that bastard is enjoying life. No I have not met him but I met Beena just as the final agreement was being finalized. She told me that Aziz had forgiven her and persuaded her to leave her job with the Singhs and work for him for double wages. I think he just wanted to ensure that she doesn't file any criminal case against him. She did his household work in the daytime and at night warmed his bed. 'Two jobs two wages quite appropriate what do you think?' Razia laughed. Last month Aziz was up to his old tricks again. He seduced a young virgin working in that building and now Beena has to share his cock with her. Beena does not like it but can't do much about it. This is exactly what had happened with me. Poetic justice so to say'. 'I must say Aziz is one hell of a lucky guy going around deflowering young maidens' I said with a naughty smile. 'What about you aren't you lucky? Razia asked hitting me playfully. 'Of course I am much luckier than him' I laughed. 'Then convince me how lucky you are?' Razia said pulling me by my lund on top of her. I then proceeded to show her how lucky I felt. I had to show her two times before she was fully convinced. At six in the morning Razia woke me and wanted my lund to say 'good morning' to her choot before she returned to her room. I shrugged and pointed to my limp peg. 'No problem' she said and in no time sucked it to erection. Then we wished 'good morning' to each other in the manner she desired. After breakfast the next morning as usual we sat in the garden talking. I did not realize the passage of time and became conscious of it when Shanti came and asked if I wanted a beer. 'Hey Razia it is already twelve aren't you going to teach the children today?' I said. 'No not today' she replied, 'today I am so happy that I have decided to give the children a holiday'. 'Yes uncle Sahebji mommy sure is happy. Since morning she is humming and smiling to herself' Shabnam commented. As Razia blushed prettily Rashid said, 'I think mommy is not well. She has not scolded me even once since I got up. Uncle Sahebji you must take her to the doctor for a check up'. Razia laughed, 'No kids I am all right and don't require a doctor'. 'I tell you mommy you are not well. Uncle Sahebji please take her to the doctor' Rashid pleaded, 'Rashid stop pestering me I have already told you that nothing is wrong with me' Razia said getting annoyed. 'Okay if that is so then explain why this sudden change?' Rashid insisted. 'Okay I will tell you why I am so happy but no questions afterwards. Agreed?' the children nodded. 'I am happy because I found something bigger and better than what I had lost some years ago' Razia said ambiguously. Shabnam looked perplexed but Rashid commented, 'Mommy how can you find something here that you lost years ago at home?' then clasping his forehead, 'I can't understand this 'women logic' uncle Sahebi can you?' We all laughed. 'Where does he get all this?' I asked Razia. 'Today is the age of TV and soap operas like 'Bold and the Beautiful' and 'Santa Barbara'. Children pick up all the wrong things first and this little rascal is a champion in these things' Razia replied playfully slapping Rashid on his bottoms. Just then Shanti arrived with a big box of chocolates. 'Dear Rashid this is a small present for you from your grateful uncle for making his holiday very pleasurable' I said handing him the box. Without touching the box Rashid said, 'Thank you but how did I make your holiday pleasurable?' 'If it hadn't been for you I would have been sitting here alone but with you as company I am laughing and having a great time. Is this not reason enough?' I replied looking at Razia who was blushing like a bride, 'hey it is not for you alone remember to share it with Shabnam and your other friends in the crŠche'. 'Wow Chocolates! Mommy, look what uncle Sahebji has given me? He said I made his holiday pleasurable. I told you he is very nice. I like him. May I keep them please?' Rashid asked Razia. Razia nodded blushing like a rose. After lunch Razia disappeared with the kids after ten minutes returned alone. 'Where are the kids' I asked. 'Oh I have left them in the crŠche for the afternoon' Razia said. 'But why? We are doing nothing we could easily look after them' I asked. 'We may not be doing anything now but when I get you to your room then we will be doing something won't we? Razia replied with a big smile. 'Yes you have point there' I laughed. 'Come let us not waste time I have lots of chudai (fucking) to make up' she said pulling me towards the elevator. 'My pleasure dear lady' I said formally. 'And don't forget mine' she laughed. We made love all afternoon. Razia sucked my cock and swallowed my-cum. 'Sahebji your cum is much thicker and less pungent that my husband's' she said smacking her lips. That night when the children were asleep she came to my bed. After I had fucked her choot I said, 'Janum ab main teri gaand maroonga (Darling now I am going to fuck you in your ass hole'. 'Kyon nahin (Why not)' she replied turning on her stomach, 'Darling it has been some time since a cock has been in there and you are so big do it gently. Best would be you use cream or vaseline. In case you don't have any I will get it from my room'. 'Don't worry I always have some K-jelly handy for all eventualities' I said showing her a tube of K-jelly, 'it is just waiting for your ass hole'. I applied the K-jelly on and in her ass hole. 'Oh your finger feels sooo good' she moaned. Then rubbing K-jelly on my lund I pressed for admission in her puckered hole. 'Oh Sahebji gently. It hurts. Yes press on I feel it entering. 'OWWW' she yelped as the phallus entered, 'thank god it is in'. I started the fuck motion while rubbing her clit. In ten minutes we both came. 'Thanks darling it was really good' she panted. Next two days it was the same. We spent mornings and evenings with the kids and afternoons and the night together fucking away to glory. On the third night Razia said, 'Have you noticed Shanti's behavior?' Not knowing what this was all about I decided to play safe, 'Who Shanti?' 'Mr. Saheb Sahebji what a big lair you are. I can't believe that you of all people would not notice a girl with big boobs? I am referring to Shanti, our waitress. I am certain you have noticed her and her big boobs' Razia said poking her finger in my ribs.. 'Oh you mean that Shanti' I laughed giving up pretense, 'Of course my dear I have noticed her. She is very pretty. Razia you right about the size of her boobs? They are like ripe melons'. 'Yes her tits are really big but that is not what I meant. Have you noticed the way she behaves when you are around?' Ooops I was again on slippery ground. I decided to play it by the ear, 'No I have not noticed anything out of the ordinary'. 'I don't believe you but I'll let it ride. I think she wants to be screwed by you' Razia said. 'No! How can that be? I replied feigning surprise, 'I am sure you are mistaken'. 'No I am not mistaken. A woman knows. Sahebji meri baat mano tum usse bhi chod kar khush kar do jaisse tumne mujhe kush kiya hai (Sahebji do me a favor, fuck her also and make her happy like you made me)' she persisted. 'What! Are you sure you want me to fuck her? You don't mind?' I asked with a song in my heart and a hardening cock. 'No not at all why should I? I don't own you or your laurda. If she is suffering the way I was then she deserves your magnificent cock. Please do it for me' she pleaded. 'I bet you are already hard visualizing her lying naked in your bed with you squeezing her melon sized tits' she laughed. It was now my turn to blush. 'Of course not' I lied, 'If you want I will try but what you forget is that she must also agree'. 'If my intuition is right then she will definitely agree. Give it a try tomorrow. Promise' she said. I nodded, 'Sure I will give it a shot'. To be continued...... Dear reader did you enjoy the 1st part of the story? What happens next? Does Shanti agree? What was the reaction of Razia, the horny divorcee? If you want to know the answers to all these questions and more then don't miss the second part? In the meanwhile write to me your sincere opinion at sahebji70 at yahoo.com I would love to receive feed back from you. Just a reminder, don't forget to vote. Take care. Sahebji SAY NO TO CASUAL SEX WITHOUT PROTECTION. AIDS IS A KILLER. HELP FIGHT IT.