Even the best of us can succumb to temptation.
Hi my name is Shazia. 22 years old. I am of Pakistani origin but live in the UK having married my husband 2 years ago, who was from the UK.
I have big green eyes, small mouth but with thick lips, small nose, white skin, long black hair and some nice curves but very slim waist.
I am the daughter of a really pious man who is a respected religious leader and have always conducted myself in a manner be-fitting this position.
I never dated or even looked at any boys before I got married.
After I married my husband was my everything. He is a kind man and works hard in his own business. I worship him and will do any thing he asks me to. We don't have children yet. The doctor says it will be hard because of something with my husband.
I enjoy sex with him but it is very straight forward. Never even thought about using oral or anal because it is forbidden for us.
I wear a head scarf in front of other people but sometimes I like to wear the face veil for added privacy. I have seen lots of black, brown and white guys where we live and even on tv. I never thought anything about them, definitely not sexual stuff. Well it's not right for a Pakistani girl to think about that with black guys or white guys, is it?
My troubles started about 6 months ago. As I mentioned before I had never ever looked in a bad way at any man before and never felt sexually excited by any guys before other than my husband.
But this changed when my husband brought home 2 of his colleagues one night, after they had finished in the gym. He had offered them food saying I would have made something nice they could also share. As they were close friends they joined us in the main dining room and we ate together. However it was most uncomfortable for me.
Let me explain. 1 was Tino also known as Tiny. 'Tiny' my ass! 6 ft 9 inch tall and very big rippling muscles. The most rugged and sexy features on his face. I found out later he also plays American football. The other was Mike who was 6ft tall and with incredible looks. Deep blue eyes and blonde hair. Chiseled facial features. So gorgeous to look at.
I found my eyes wandering after almost each bite to take in the handsome faces and hot bodies of these men. My heart beat would quicken each time as I took in every line, every feature. How could someone be so attractive? I would think. Occasionally they would notice me staring and look across. I would look away quickly. They would smile the most sexy beautiful smiles. With each mike I felt my heart melting inside.
Soon we retired to the living room where we had tea. We joked together playfully and I was totally captured by the warm and loving nature of these men. I was almost falling in love with both of them while my husband was sat right there next to us. Sadly the night ended and they went home.
I almost dragged my husband to bed a rode him like a wild animal that night and he noticed the difference.
"So what got you so hot?" he asked.
I remained shyly quiet, almost ashamed at myself.
Then he also asked about why I kept looking at Tino and Mike during dinner. Again I stayed quiet even though my face went totally red.
He pushed the questioning about them a little more and I just went redder and my throat went drier as I got scared that he had noticed my glances. He just laughed and said that he understood as they are really good guys and all the girls in their office think they are really sexy. He said that they slept with so many girls both from work and outside work. Real lady's men. He also kept talking about how well endowed all the girls said they were. All this talk was getting me hotter as well as I was imagining them having wild sex with some bimbo from the office. He looked at my face and laughed as he saw how red it was with the excited blood running through it. I got on top of him and rode him again really hard until we collapsed and went to sleep.
Some weeks past and I have to be honest I was almost constantly thinking about them. My heart would race each time when I would picture their faces or think of them. At night I would lie awake thinking about them. As the days went past i was thinking more and more about them. I have never been madly in love but this must be close to it - and with 2 guys?
One day out of the blue my husband announced that Tino and Mike would be here over the weekend to help with some garden work as he couldn't do it on his own. My mind went absolutely mad for the next few days thinking about it. My heart seemed to go into hyper mode and my heart beat was racing all the time for the next few days. I couldn't think properly about anything else other then seeing those 2 again.
On the Friday night I lay in my bed wide awake unable to sleep. At 2 am the phone rang. It was my husband's aunty. I didn't get on with her and we didn't speak a lot. It sounded important and so I just woke my husband and gave him the phone. His face was serious. Then he put the phone down. "My uncle has died. I have to go there right away" he said looking stunned. "There" was 200 miles away. But he washed and dressed quickly. I knew that If he went now, he wouldn't be back for a few days.
As he was leaving the house I remembered and shouted "what about your friends and the garden?"
"Just let them in when they arrive. They know what to do" he shouted back.
And with that I went back to bed trying to get some sleep. But my mind was even more active now and i struggled to sleep but eventually I fell asleep.
"Briiiiiing" "what the hell? why is our doorbell ringing?" I thought. "Oh crap" I thought. "I remember. It's the guys." They kept ringing the bell again and again really impatiently. Half asleep half awake I stumbled downstairs in my nightie and opened the door. Tino and Mike were at the door.
"Hello" they both quickly beamed and then stopped as they both looked at me.
Oh shit. I hadn't realised I was still in my short nightie which barely goes to my bum, has a very low cut top and is virtually see through. In my hurry I hadn't got my gown either. Embarrassed I motioned for them to come in so I could shut the door and quickly go upstairs to put my gown on. I said to them my husband said you know what to do so just carry on. I also explained that my husband would not be here as his uncle had died. They both offered their condolences and then cheekily just grinned at each other whilst looking at me. I gave them a scornful yet playful look and went upstairs.
My mind and my heart were all over the place I came back downstairs to secretly watch these two hunks work. It was such a hot morning that after a few minutes they took their tops off and were working up quite a sweat. Their bodies were muscular and I could see every muscle ripple. Sweat dripped off them. I watched the tight shape of their asses as well. Everything was just driving me in to a senses overload. Then I would snap out of it when they would look back and see me looking at them and then smile to them selves. This went on for about an hour. Leaving me in a physical and mental mess.
Then Tino came to the doorway asking where the weed killer was.
"I think it is in the top shelf in the kitchen. I will get it" I replied. I clambered on to a small step ladder I had in my kitchen forgetting I was still in my slippers. I reached to where I thought it was. Now almost on tip toes.
"Can I help?" Tino asked coming inside and standing right front of me by the ladder.
I got really nervous with this man so close to me in my kitchen I quickly responded "no it's ok. I will get... aaaaahhh" and slipped falling forward.
