SIAMA'S CHOICE

Hi readers! This is Saima Saleem here. My story started when I was 22. I was married to Noman Saleem at the age of 18. Our marriage was a typical Pakistani arranged marriage. It was very good up until the four years of marriage. After my son Kashif was born, our sex life became nonexistent. I was very horny and nobody could say that I was not attractive anymore. I was still a ravishing babe with typical Sub continental features and boobs that were bigger than my body frame. Yet Noman seemed to have lost interest in me.

That was the year of 1992. Noman looked after his garments business here in Lahore, Pakistan. Noman and I had moved in a separate house from his family home in the Village. He had always liked it in the City because unlike his parents, he was educated. His family still lived in a village few miles away from Lahore. His younger sister Nabila had followed the footsteps of her brother and was enrolled in the Punjab University here in Lahore. His other sibling were still young and studying in the village school.

Now as time passing by I was getting more and more frustrated. It would be months after Noman had any inclination of fucking me and even when he did, he was detached and distant. He just did his thing and went to sleep. Leaving me even more frustrated. In the earlier days of our marriage, we used to have really kinky sex. At that time, Sex was a very taboo subject in Pakistan. Even with your spouse, you were not expected to be doing anything but missionary position in dim or no light. There was absolutely no concept of oral sex. While anal sex, while being recognized, was strictly out of bounds. In the later years, Internet pornography escalated the sexual awareness in our country but still it is a big Taboo to talk about it.

But fortunately, VHS had arrived in Pakistan long before, and so did the porn tapes (all imported of course), but their exposure was really limited. Luckily Noman was one of the few lucky ones who had discovered the source of sex tapes and was a regular porn viewer. So naturally, when he got married, he tried a lot of kinky stuff with me. We had plenty of Oral Sex and we occasionally tried anal sex too. I loved all of it. But as soon as I got pregnant, in the second year of marriage, it was all over for me.

I was so frustrated that I was thinking of finding some grounds for a divorce (If you are wondering, sexual dissatisfaction is not grounds of divorce here in our country).

But then one day, I got a hint that made me suspicious that Noman was having an affair. I had no way of telling who he was sleeping with, but now I knew that he was not taking weekly trips of two to three days for business. That explained why he was not interested in me.

I suppose I should've been mad, but instead, I was happy. Noman had unknowingly, given me freedom to fulfill my emptiness. I had instantly decided that if he can do it so can I. I decided that I will have an affair of my own.

But it was not going to be easy. It's not like a western country where I could just walk into a bar and let a guy pick me up. In Pakistan, women's freedom is very limited. Especially for a housewife like me. If she goes out, people take notice. If she tries to get naughty with another guy, people take notice. She so much as talks to a stranger and people are noticing. For a middle class Pakistani woman, it is near to impossible to hide an affair.

I began to ponder the question. How was I going to be able to do this? Who could I fool around with and still be able to keep it a secret? I found nothing for few weeks. Then an insane idea came that changed my world. It was as unrealistic as my other options, but it had a different kind of risk. I decided to go along. I planned to sleep with my own brother.

I asked Noman that I wanted to take Kashif to my parent's house for a few days. Although they also lived in Lahore, they lived almost at an hour's drive. Noman did not raise any objections to it and the next morning, he drove me there. My family was delighted to see me. I had last visited them on Eid and it was 6 months ago.

My father, mother and two brothers all greeted me at home. My father Zia Askari was a school teacher. My mother Najma was a housewife. Both of them were at the graceful age of 40 and I really loved them. My two brothers were younger than me. Aziz was 20 and studying in University for B.A. My younger brother was Niaz. He was 18 at that time and was in his college (Equivalent to High school Senior in the West).

But during that visit, my point of interest was Aziz. I began to pay attention to his carnal features. He was about 6 feet tall. He was a football (soccer) player in University and that can give you an idea of his athletic features. Like all our family, he had dark hair and dark brown eyes. His face became the pivot of my attention and all I could think of was to make him take me.

Let me further enlighten you that how much of a risk I was going to take. In our part of country, sexual infidelity is a punishable offense. It is even a bigger crime if the culprit is handed to the fundamental religious factions. Then there is also a very popular penalty in our culture. It's called 'Honor Killing'. It means that if a couple is found guilty of Adultery, the family of the culprits Murders them! Usually brothers are more prone to kill their sisters in the name of honor. So if my plan did not pan out, my brothers could murder me in cold blood.

So why did I not take a simpler option of choosing a less risky person to have an affair with? Well, my clever brain gave me the Idea. It was that the real mistake while committing a crime is getting caught. So why should I chose any guy who could spill the beans and make me a culprit. In a male dominated society, I would be a sitting duck. The guy could even get away with it saying that I seduced him and he is willing to TAUBA (repent). But there is no TAUBA for a woman in this crime. So what could I do to make the other party as much venerable as myself? Well in our society, BHENCHOD (Sister-fucker) is a well know curse. I thought, in practicality, being a BEHNCHOD is as much as a crime as an Adulterous whore.

So the idea was that I manage to get him to sleep with me, I would have more leverage on him than he would have on me. But if he got angry at the proposition? Well, even then I thought, I would have a better chance than of making the proposition to stranger who could rat me out. Now that I think of it, I could've seduced any guy on the planet to sleep with me and he would've been too glad to rat me out. But then, I never knew the power of my sexuality. Women in Pakistan are never raised to be proud of themselves as sexual beings. We cover our bodies and lower our gaze and are usually ashamed of our sexuality. I decided to go ahead with the plan to seduce my brother.

I had chosen the time wisely. Mom and dad had to go to a wedding in the Village. They'd be away for a week. Niaz had his college and he was much keener for paying cricket with his friends in the afternoon that to stay home with his sister. While Aziz was on his term break and was free. My parents, before leaving, made him cancel all his plans and take care of me and Kashif during the week. I can't say that he was excited to be stuck with me, but he was really not annoyed by my presence either. We had always been friendly and always had a great time together.

At dinner, we all got to chat and caught up on the events in each other's life. After dinner mother and I chatted for a couple of hours, gossiping about everything. Then I fed Kashif and put him to sleep and then fell on my cot to sleep. I was tired so much because before coming here, I had to keep a few things prepared for Noman so that he'll have no trouble during the week that I was gone. I slept as soon as my head hit the pillow.

I was woken up early in the morning by my mother for Morning Prayer. Don't judge me because no matter how deviant my sexual life has made me practically, I am still a religious person.

After the prayers, Mom and dad began to get ready to leave. The best time to travel here is early morning. So they left even before sunrise. I prepared breakfast for my brothers. After breakfast, Niaz left for college. I was finally alone with Aziz. I was getting a bit nervous, but soon as I looked at Aziz's face, I remembered why I chose him for this. He was my closest friend in the world. I used to share everything with him. That thought instantly put me at ease. He asked what my plans were for the day. "Getting fucked by you in all holes on every surface of this house" was what I wanted to say, but I said that I did not have anything in particular in mind. He said that we should probably watch TV. I liked the idea and we sat on the Sofa in the TV Room. I had already began to throw my cards. Pakistani women almost always wear loose baggy trousers called SHALWAR and Long Lose shirts called QAMEEZ. Men also Wear Shalwar Kameez but of course the Design of theirs is different. But basically the structure and covering area is the same. We ladies also keep our head covered with a DUPATTA that not only covers our hair but also is used to cover the collar of the shirt so that no part of the cleavage is visible.

I had casually let my dupatta slip off of my chest and my ample cleavage was in full display. I felt him notice but he was too embraced to say or do anything about it. He switched on the TV and began to change the channels. We had Satellite TV (also called Dish Antenna TV and was very popular in those days) which showed many international and Indian channels. Many channels had a much liberal censorships than Pakistan National TV so we could encounter very spicy stuff. That was exactly what I was hoping for. Aziz tried to watch a football match but I told him to change the channel. The TV remote had its battery cover broken so sometime when you jerked it, its batteries fell out. That little trick of fate helped me a lot that day. While browsing the channels, we reached a channel on which a very sexy Bollywood song was being played.

The scene we saw was: the heroine who was wearing a very sexy Saree had her midriff exposed and the hero was kissing her bellybutton. Aziz was very embarrassed at the scene and he hurriedly pointed the remote to change the channel. But at that moment, his quick movement caused that batteries to fall off. It was a very comical scene watching Aziz to desperately trying to put the batteries back on the remote while the naughty scene underwent on the screen. Finally he changed the channel and took a long breath. I could see his face was gone red and he was breathing heavily. I said a silent prayer and took the lead. I said, "Relax Aziz. What happened? Why are you so embarrassed?"

Not making eye contact he mumbled, "Because there was dirty stuff on TV."

I faked a laugh and said, "You silly boy. That is not dirty. That is the kind of stuff a husband and wife do after they get married. Don't you know that?"

"Yes. . . I do . . . But that's not the kind of stuff you watch with your family."

"Well, Noman has no problem watching dirty stuff with me. By the way if this is dirty, wait till you see Noman's cassette collection."

"Errr . . do you mean, it is dirtier than that?"

"Yes of course, they show all things husband and wife do."

"Even. . . . Sex???"

"Of course, what else? Haven't you seen any of it?"

He was too embarrassed to reply to that. By this point I had realized that I had won this game. I knew I had total control over this. So, I pressed the point, "Come on. You can tell me. You are almost of the age of marriage and you know nothing about sex? You can talk to me. I'm am your best friend remember." Saying this I got closer to him and placed my hand on his shoulder. I was positioned so that my ample cleavage was in his direct view. He did not avert his eyes and I smiled at another success.

Finally he spoke, "I saw some pictures."

"hmmmm . . . .Pictures? That is not enough. What do you expect to learn from just pictures? I think you should see the films. They are very informative. Plus you don't have a wife yet so you can watch and masturbate to it. Don't tell me you don't even know what masturbation is."

"I do know but I think it is not allowed. . . "

"Oh come on who said that? It is perfectly normal. Noman still masturbates. Sometime in front of me too. It's okay."

I could've sworn that I saw a movement in the crotch area of his Sharlwar Kameez. But the lose fabric was not giving away much.

"But how baji (urdu word for elder sister) . . . I mean where will I find one."

One more success for me. I smiled and said, "Let me think . . . I think we are in luck. I brought the VCP from home so that we could watch a few movies while I was here. But now that I think of it, last night before coming here Noman was watching THAT film on it. I think the cassette is still in the VCP. Let me get it"

I hurriedly got up and took the VCP from my room. Of course the cassette of porno was in it because I had planted it there. On my return I found that Aziz was still pretty embarrassed and was hoping that I might be joking but as soon as he saw the VCP, he got the answer. He slowly got up and started to plug the VCP. I made myself comfortable on the sofa and took the remote of the VCP in my hand. He came and shyly sat beside me. I pressed play and the scene played in which a man was fucking a girl doggy style and her big boobs were dangling madly. I was also turned on by that scene. I looked at the expressions on Aziz's face. He was awestruck. He was so stunned that he did not notice that he had a full Bonner and his clothes were tenting at the crotch. I let him watch the scene for few moments. Then the camera zoomed in on the pussy. I pressed pause and asked, "Look Aziz this is a woman's Vagina."

He nodded faintly in acknowledgement. I continued, "Of course this woman's Vagina is much stretched. A virgin girl's pussy is very much smaller and tighter. In fact there is layer of skin that has to be broken to have sex. So you should be very gentle with a girl when you are doing it for the first time."

I pressed play again and the scene progressed. After a few minutes of doggy style. The man lied down on the ground and the woman sat on his face and then they assumed 69 position. Aziz gasped with surprise at this. Perhaps, he never had heard of oral sex and the demonstration was quiet shocking for him.

With his eyes glued to the screen he asked, "Baji . . . is using the mouth allowed?"

"Of course it is dear. We do this position all the time. But in our case usually I'm the one on the bottom." Which was lie because we had never tried 69. But I said that to add the dramatic effect. It worked because his tenting pole gave another twitch at this information.

It was the time for the next move. I said pointing towards his lap, "Hey little brother, your Penis is hard. I think you should stroke it or it may start to pain."

He was even more embarrassed now and tried to hide his erection. But I said in an emphasizing manner, "No, No, silly boy don't hide it. Ignoring an erection can cause many health problems. You should always have sex when you get hard. Otherwise you should at least masturbate."

He began to get up and said, "Okay I'm going to the bathroom."

I had to think of something. By now I was really becoming bold. So I said, "Yes, you can go to the bathroom but I'm feeling very bad, it is your first time and I think you should do it in front of me"

"What? I can't do that?"

"Why not?"

"Because . . ."

"Oh come on like I haven't seen you naked before you are my baby brother, remember?"

"But Baji . . ."

"No buts! I'll have to see what you are doing. Or I'll be very worried."

He sat back down on sofa but he was still far from ready to masturbate in front of me.

I said, "I know it's hard for you to be naked before me. So I have an Idea. I was going to feed milk to Kashif, but since we have this situation, I'll feed him in front of you so you'll also see my body. It's only fair."

He made a very stupid expression at that and before he could say anything, in one quick motion I yanked of my Qameez and my big melons were at full display. My heart was pounding furiously and my pussy was oozing juices. But I was maintaining a very casual expression. Not that I needed to, because Aziz was too weak to resist the view of by magnificent boobs. He tried to say something but no sound came out. I sat down on the sofa and said, "Be quick brother. Kashif is going to wake up any minute now and I'll have to feed him, so please get this over with."

He was in shock but with trembling hands, he began to untie the knot of his trousers. Then he stood up, eyes still fixed at my boobs, and let the Shalwar fall to the floor. I could still see nothing because the long Kameez was still draping over his penis. It was evident from his face that he was more intrigued than embarrassed now and he was now stroking his dick under the fabric of his Qameez.

It took me all my self-control to stop reaching into my Shalwar and finger my wet pussy. But keeping my demeanor, I said, "Come on Aziz, show it to me, please. You need to be doing it right."

Looked at me, this time not on my boobs, but into my eyes. I could read the raw lust and packed up sexuality in those beautiful eyes. For a moment I was afraid that he could read the same feelings in my eyes too but then I thought that we were past the point of no return already. Let him guess my intentions. He finally took a deep breath and yanked his Qameez up and over his head, throwing it away.

Oh my. . .

The first sight of his magnificent cock sent a chill through my body. His lovely dick was almost the same size of my husband but it was darker in color. He looked at me as if were asking for my opinion.

I said, "Go on. Stroke it. Move your hand up and down and don't stop until jizz comes out of it."

But he kept staring at me. Without bilking and without averting his eyes. Then he spoke and his words were music to my ears, "So that's it Baji?"

"What do you mean Aziz?"

"You can drop that act now. We both know that this is not about my education. I also happen to know that you have stopped breast feeding Kashif for a couple of months now. So why don't you go ahead and do what you really want to do."

I could not believe my ears. "Are you . . . sure? Are you really okay with that?" I asked nervously.

"Sure baji, who would give away a chance to have sex with a beautiful girl like you?"

GOD . . . could it really be happening? I decided that it was no time for asking any more questions. I ran to him and hugged him tightly. He held my face in his hands and kissed me on the lips. I opened my mouth and accepted his tongue inside. Our bodies, as if naturally, adapted into a rhythm and I literally could see sparks flying around me. The sensuality of that kiss was far more than anything sexual I had done in my whole life.

I felt one of his hands finding my boobs. He began to message them gently and pinched the nipples. I also got the idea of using my hands so I reached down and grabbed his love stick. It was so hot as if he had a fever. I began to stroke it but there was not enough room because it was pressing into my belly. I could not let such an erection to be wasted on a hand job. So I broke the kiss and told him to sit on the Sofa. I then kneeled in front of him, wasting no time to take his dick in my mouth. It was not tasteless. I could tell that he hadn't bathed in the morning and the sweaty musk of his balls was overwhelming my nostrils. But I was not at all grossed out. I had learnt a long time ago with Noman that when I was turned on, NOTHING will be offending or disturbing to me as long as it was sexual.

I was a really good mouth and Noman could never get enough of the blowjobs. In fact it was all we did when I was menstruating. So by then, I had had a lot of practice of pleasuring a man with my mouth.

I got my certificate when I heard Aziz was now grunting with pleasure. I was moving my mouth up and down on his dick with great speed. Then I would suddenly stop and go up to kiss him on the mouth. Then I would resume sucking. I knew the stops and starts will delay the orgasm. When I felt his balls tightening up, I stopped moving and engulfed the dick in my mouth. He at least came half a cup, but I was never the one to be spiting. I made sure that I swallowed it all. He was practically yelling with pleasure. When I finished cleaning his dick, I moved to his balls. Ball sucking is one of my personal favorites. It is not only pleasurable to men, but also helps them to recharge again.

Aziz was still grunting in pleasure and also complementing me.

"Wow . . . baji. You . . . are . . . . I love you so much. I always wanted to do that. Oh yes . . . I always wanted to be a BHENCHOD."

I was now feeling my pussy crying for attention. So I got up and said, "Oh baby brother. . . you've made me so happy. Now please return the favor. My pussy is begging for it."

He smiled and got up. We switched positions. I was still wearing my Shalwar, but instead of taking it down, Aziz ripped it off from the crotch and revealed my black panties. He tore them too and freed my pussy. Unlike the pornstar on the screen, I was completely shaven. Pubic hair are considered to be unhealthy in our part of the world and all men and women keep their crotches clean.

Aziz was so excited; he did not waste any time and started to lick my pussy. As soon as his tongue hit my pussy, I had my first orgasm. I could tell that he was trying his best even though he had no idea how to do it. So I instructed him to make proper use of the clitoris and other stuff. He was a good learner and soon he found the buttons that made me go. He made me cum for the second time in just 5 minutes. I was yelling like crazy and I was sure that by now all the neighborhood knew that somebody was being fucked in our house.

After a few minutes of blissful pussy lapping, Aziz came up and kissed me on the lips and whispered, "Baji, I'm ready again."

I slipped my hand down and sure enough, his penis was almost completely hard again. I could not wait to get that thing in my dick-thirsty vagina. But I'd never liked the missionary position. So, I told him to sit on the sofa. I yanked of my torn Shalwar and, as soon as he was in position, I straddled him and facing him, I slowly sat down on his dick. This was my favorite position. I could control the pace and I still could kiss the lovely face of Aziz. Before I could realize, I was jumping up and down on his dick with a steady pace. He was raising his hips to go in deeper. It was even sexier than my fantasies. He yelled that he was about to cum. But I wanted nothing more than his cum buried deep inside my womb. But before he came, I hit my orgasm. I was already arching my back in a blissful orgasm when I felt his dick spraying his seed inside my fertile, love tunnel.

I collapsed on his chest, with his dick still buried in my cunt. He slowly began to stroke my hair. After such a long time, I was happy. Fully satisfied. Every pore of my body was exuding happiness. I knew I was playing with fire. But at that moment, I could say that even if that ended badly, it was going to be worth it. I drifted off to sleep with a smile on my face. woke up to the sound of two men talking. Oh god! Niaz was back! And I also realized that I was still lying naked on the sofa. I was too terrified to open my eyes. I took a deep breath and tried to listen and determine my position.

Aziz was saying "Trust me brother! Nobody will find out. And we will get to enjoy a lovely woman."

"But what if mom and dad find out?" Niaz sounded a little nervous and shaky.

I decided to take a peek. I opened my eyes slightly and found that Aziz was also stark naked, standing right by the sofa. Niaz was standing there with a very embarrassed expression on his face and was trying to look anywhere but at his brother and sister's naked bodies.

Aziz tried to reassure him "You know mom and dad are away for a few days. Besides look at our dear sister's body." He turned and presented him the view of my naked form. I was lying with my legs slightly parted with one hand behind my head. You can picture the scene of Titanic in which Kate Winslet poses for her naked portrait. Poor Niaz took a very shy peek but averted his eyes again.

Aziz said "I don't know about you Niaz, but I can take a chance for that gorgeous woman. Plus I assure you it was her idea. She wants it. What kind of brothers would we be if we don't not help our sister in the time of need?" Saying this he bent down and gave my boobs a kiss each. I opened my eyes, pretending that I had just woke up and said "hey... you ready for another round already?"

He got up and kissed me on the mouth and said "look sis, I have another present for you."

He gestured towards Niaz. I looked at him and he was still determinedly staring at his feet. I came to terms with the situation. I knew that the battle was won. For me, it was like looking for a dime and finding a dollar, or something like that.

I acknowledged his presence with a smile and said "Wow! It must be my lucky day. I get to have sex with the two most handsome men in the town."

Niaz gave a nervous giggle at this but he was still far from ready. Aziz was now sucking my boobs. I gently held his face and asked him to stop while I got up to help Niaz out of his misery. I was still unsure how to talk Niaz into my biding. Yet I was sure that it wasn't going to be a big problem.

I stood in front of him, making sure that I was presenting him with the full view of my body. I asked "what's the matter dear brother. Why are you so embarrassed? Haven't you seen a nude woman before?"

He replied with a grunt that couldn't be understood.

"It's okay my sweet brother. I'll not tell anybody. Neither will Aziz. Tell him Aziz"

"Yes, I swear. I won't tell anybody."

He was still not moving. His condition was very terrible. I was cursing Aziz in my heart for shocking him with the spectacle before he was ready. He should've been eased into it like I did with Aziz.

I tried to place my hand on his shoulder, but he yanked free and went back a few steps. I was beginning to get worried now. I decided to go for another approach.

"Please dear brother. You are freaking me out. Please don't hate us for what we did. My bastard husband is not interested in me anymore. I wanted to be loved. So I talked Aziz into this. Please don't tell anyone."

He stuttered but finally spoke "I...wasn't, going... To tell..."

"So what's the problem then? Please you can tell me anything."

I waited for a response. He looked up and looked me into the eyes. He must've seen the worry in my eyes. He began to get a bit relaxed and sat down in the chair nearby. I sat down on the carpet by his chair, desperately wishing him to come by. It was a very awkward silence for a few minutes. I turned to look at Aziz. He was standing there, in his birthday suit and still with a hard on, with a very serious expression on his face. Yet, I could tell he was not worried. That reassured me.

I turned back to Niaz who was trying to find words. He finally spoke "Baji, I'm not disgusted by you or anything."

"So what's the problem then?"

"Well, as you asked that have I ever seen a woman naked before?"

"Yes? Have you?"

"No. I haven't. But I'm not a virgin either."

I was a bit confused "What do you mean? Was it dark or..."

"No baji. What I mean to say that... I did it... With a man..."

"Oh..." was all I could manage to say. It was a shock for me. Behind us, Aziz also gave a gasp of surprise. I still didn't know the full story "Does this mean that you are gay?"

"No Baji. Gays don't like girls at all. But I love women. I've even tried to get some girl a couple of times. But I could not have the courage to take the risk of getting caught."

He was at least not fully useless to me. Thank God! I was happy that he was not only sharing, he was getting into a flow.

"So what's the problem then?"

"I'm just shocked to see my brother and my sister going at it. It is a lot to process. Aziz bhai (brother) do you know you've become a BHENCHOD (sister-fucker)?"

To which Aziz laughed and replied "Yes, I know and I don't care. Come on little brother. Join us and have fun. Nobody will know."

Niaz had a very calm expression on his face by now and he was now staring right at Aziz, without embarrassment. He said "I am thinking of joining you guys. But I've a little condition"

I interjected "What is it? Please tell me now. I'll make sure your every wish is fulfilled within our power."

He looked at me with a meaningful stare and then started to undo the fly of his khakis. He brought out his magnificent dick. It was already hard and showing a bit of precum at the tip. It was a bit smaller than Aziz's, but I was not keeping score. I jumped at it and tried to put in my mouth. But Niaz stopped me and said "you haven't heard my terms yet."

I retreated with a disappointed expression and waited for him to speak.

He said "Dear baji, the thing is that when I meant that I had done it with a man, I did not mean that it was a one-time thing. I did not find it appalling. In fact I and my roommate in hostel had a very good two-way affair."

I was still not understanding where he was going with that. I said nothing and waited for him to continue.

"I'll come to the point then. My demand is simple: If I get involved, I get to play both of you. I mean I want to enjoy both you and Aziz bhai."

"What?!" I was shocked at the unusual request. I was sure that Aziz would never allow this. Now I was worried. If Niaz was serious about his demand, then if it was not fulfilled, he might blow the whistle on us.

But I suddenly realized something. Aziz hadn't retorted to the bizarre demand yet. I turned and looked at him. He was standing there, still with a cool expression. Could it be...?!

He finally he smiled and without saying anything, came forward with his dick dangling between his legs. He stood there in front of Niaz and said "We must not waste time then", and saying that, he offered his dick to Niaz, who made a yelp of joy and hungrily began to suck his elder brother's dick.

I was in awe. Homosexuality was a very less talked about topic in Pakistan back in that day. Although I had heard of it, I did not know that men were so accepting of the phenomenon. Yet, there was in front of me, my little baby brother happily sucking the dick of his elder brother.

After I came to terms with it, I decided to join the fun too. Niaz's dick was now unattended. I grabbed it and began to suck. He had just came home from playing cricket with his friends. So his dick and balls were all sweaty and musky. For some reason, it made me turned on more than I was before. So much so that I was sure that Niaz would cum any second now.

But as soon as he was about to bust, he stopped me and said "not yet baji. I have a better idea."

I was thinking that my pussy was going to get the second dick of the day when Niaz revealed his intentions. He told Aziz to get down and bend over. I was yet again surprised and rather disappointed. But I decided to make most of the situation.

I knew anal sex was not a pleasant experience especially the first few times. But Aziz did not hesitate for a moment before getting on his keens and bending over in front of Niaz. His slightly hairy ass now on display.

Being fucked is another thing, watching someone getting fucked on screen is another; then there is someone getting fucked right in front of you. That is totally a whole new experience. Niaz spat on his dick and spat on Aziz's asshole too. I knew that in anal sex, more the lubricant the better. So, I too spat on Aziz's asshole. Niaz held his tip at the opening for a few seconds. Then with a single thrust, he shoved it home. Aziz let out a gasp, but I could tell that it was not his first time.

In a few moments, Niaz was ramming his dick in and out of Aziz's ass with a good pace. I noticed that Aziz's dick was dangling between his legs, so I lied down below him and began to suck it. It was a unique experience. I was getting a sense of pure bliss and elation like I never felt before. My right hand automatically found my cunt and I furiously began to finger myself.

Niaz noticed that I my pussy also needed attention. He stopped and told Aiziz that he should help me. So Aziz suggested a new position.

In a few moments, I was bent over in front of Aziz. He pushed his Lora in my waiting pussy from behind while Niaz resumed fucking his ass.

It took us a few strokes to get in rhythm. But when we got it, it was magnificent. I could feel every push in Aziz's ass, as it triggered a push of Aziz's dick in my pussy. I was moaning like crazy.

I was the first one to hit my climax. It was so hard that I could not maintain the position on my keens and collapsed flat on the ground. Aziz's dick slid out of my pussy and Aziz adjusted himself with his head on my back as Niaz resumed his pounding.

When I could feel my legs again a few minutes later, Niaz was still fucking Aziz's ass. I was impressed by his stamina. A few moments later, Niaz gave a groan and shoved his dick deep in Aziz's ass and held it there. I could feel he was coming. After he was done, he got back and sat on the sofa.

I turned over and saw Aziz smiling just over my face. I kissed him and we dueled tongues. I opened my legs, expecting his dick to find my pussy.

But I heard Niaz say "come on bahi. Don't deny baji the pleasure you just enjoyed."

So Aziz instead of fucking my pussy, lifted my legs over my head. This made my asshole exposed to him. I was a bit nervous. I didn't use to like anal as much as other kinds of sex. But I wasn't going to complain. Anything to make my brother love me.

He was a considerate man. He did not just spat and shoved it up my ass. Instead he began to lick my asshole. That was a first for me. Noman hadn't shown me the courtesy of licking my ass, ever.

It was altogether a new sensation. I felt my whole body quivering with sensation as his tongue roamed around my brown hole.

To my surprise, I was feeling the buildup of my orgasm in a few minutes. I hadn't known that anal stimulation could lead to an orgasm. But before I could hit my high, Aziz stopped and then spat on it. Then he spat on his dick too. I braced myself for entry, but Aziz did not shove it in, in a single blow. Instead he pushed the helmet in. Then he gave time for my body to adjust. Then he slowly shoved it further, until his balls were hitting my butt. I was a bit surprised to know that I had accommodated the whole thing in my ass. Aziz then began to pull out gently and then pushed in again a little faster this time. In a few moments, he was fucking me really hard. But I was thoroughly enjoying it. I knew that his technique was better than my husbands because he had never made me feel good about anal.

By the time Aziz shot his semen in my backdoor, I was completely a fan of anal sex. It was a different kind of pleasure. Nothing like vaginal sex. Its sensation was a whole new dimension. The way Aziz did it, I knew I'll get a lot more of that in the days to come.

Just then the call for noon prayer was made by the Imam of the nearby mosque. True to my faith, I got up to take a bath and say my prayer. After that I fed Kashif and changed his diapers. Aziz and Niaz had left the house. I decided to prepare dinner.

While preparing dinner, I was thinking of the events of the day. It had gone better than I anticipated. I got two young virile men, ready to fuck me raw and a couple of days of privacy. I could feel my panties getting soaked at the very thought of the possibilities of the future. By the time I was done with dinner, I was feeling pretty horny. Now all I could do was wait.

woke up to the sound of two men talking. Oh god! Niaz was back! And I also realized that I was still lying naked on the sofa. I was too terrified to open my eyes. I took a deep breath and tried to listen and determine my position.