Part 1 - Farah and her father-in-law
This is the story of how a British Pakistani married mum, after a traditional upbringing, awoke her mind to enjoy sex with other men. This story is the first in a multi-part series covering the sexual adventures of Farah who over the course of a few years screwed many guys including 2 related to her husband; her husband's colleague and long term friend; a Sikh builder and 2 decorators who her husband contracted to paint their second home. A few other naughty excursions on the way too.
Farah is a 35-year-old married stay at home mum. She is married to Saad. Their families originate from Pakistan-administered Kashmir and have been settled in the UK since the 70s. They both come from reasonably wealthy families with parents who have successful businesses. Farah's upbringing was typical of British Pakistani girls: Conservative and expected to follow basic religious principles whilst at the same time being allowed to have some Western identity. However, adherence to religious ideas had already been waning over the past decade. Within both families, taboo subjects were now increasingly common as a talking point. Mixing between the sexes both inside and outside the extended family was tolerated a lot more too. With this newfound freedom, came liberation of the mind.
Towards 2020, Saad noticed a new found fondness his wife developed towards other men. Instead of the typical feminist bullshit of 'most men are bastards', she had mostly nice things to observe and say about a lot of guys whom she knew. She was a lot more friendly towards and trusting of men in public too. Saad also had to satisfy an increasingly horny wife who was now expecting way more sex in bed.
Farah watched movies and dramas with sexual themes more and more and was both the recipient and sender of female-friendly raunchy material. Though she was dying to watch a porn movie, she refrained knowing it risked having her search history found by her husband. At the very least, liberal viewpoints released her from religious boundaries and she found her new god-given right to have sexual fantasies about about who and what she pleased. When making love, most of the time, it wasn't to Saad but another man she learned about or met in recent days.
Saad was a successful salesman selling high tech audio and visual equipment and earning a six figure salary. He would travel at least once a month. No stranger to screwing around himself, he was always keen to hook up with local escorts wherever he traveled to. Saad was a serious porn addict. He would visit (though never contribute to) online communities discussing and sharing photos of cuckold sessions. He was into most genres but became addicted to hotwife porn. His biggest fantasy was to see his wife getting willingly pounded by another man missionary style through a secret camera. Like it excited most other men, it excited Saad too. Of course, life was not going to play out this way but the fantasy was OK to have as far as he was concerned. Both partners tried their best to conceal their sexual ideas and fantasies from each other for fear of it going badly wrong. Life continued this way for several years.
One day, over family dinner around his parents, Zaffar (Saad's dad) started the usual boring conversation about his huge collection of apartments dotted all over the country, however today was a moan about his workload. For 55 years old, Zaffar was tall, good looking and in good shape with a muscular chest. When younger, Saad caught his dad flirting with other married Pakistani women. Two occasions stuck out. One was Abida, a second generation cousin of his. Her husband was a bit of a villain and often locked up for committing fraud. Back in the early 90s, Saad tagged along with his dad and Abida to the airport to bring Abida's in-laws home. Saad caught his dad touching her ass in the lift and her grinning and motioning for him to stop. A few months later, Saad knew his dad was definitely up to no good when he went along with him to a convenience store run by a friend of his. His friend was not there. Saad walked in to the stock room to find his dad's hands feeling up the shop-owner's wife's back through her dress. She was smiling when Saad walked in.
Back to the dinner table...
"I'm getting very busy preparing all these apartments for new tenants" Zaffar told everyone
Farah showed a lot of interest asking detailed questions. After about 15 minutes, Zaffar asked Farah if she would be interested in helping out with a particular apartment.
"I need someone to make the rooms look better - bedding, cushions, frames. That sort of thing. Stuff you like doing. How about we give you a trial?" Zaffar asked Farah
"Me?"
"If it goes well there's a part time job for you" Zaffar smiled
He then asked Farah if she was available on the weekend to take a trip with him to Birmingham where a new tenant had asked that the apartment he will be renting be completed earlier than anticipated. It would be a day trip. Farah showed massive interest but being surprised by the request in front of others, looked at her husband for approval. Saad was due to fly that weekend but gave Farah the green light provided her sister was happy to look after the kids for the weekend. It was an early morning flight on Saturday for Saad and before leaving he gave Farah a peck on the cheek.
"Enjoy daddy-jee time" Saad humoured.
Daddy-jee was how Farah referred to Zaffar. As soon as Saad left, Zaffar called Farah to say he'd be around in an hour. Farah sprang to action, gave the kids breakfast and then drove them around to her sisters' house. She completed all the house chores in record time. Zaffar arrived on time and called her mobile.
"Coming in 2 minutes daddy-jee" she replied.
As Farah closed the front door, Zaffar couldn't help but noticing how gorgeous she looked. She had classic Kashmiri girl looks with her pale complexion and big beautiful eyes. She already looked younger than 35 but today even more so due to her tightly fitted mostly silky white shalwar-kameez and sparkling silver fuck-me high heels.
"Salaam alaikum daddy-jee" (Hi dad)
"Walaikum asalaam, teek ho?" (Hi, you OK?)
Greetings always started in the traditional way with a short message in the Potwari language but often the very next thing said would be in English. Of course, curses and quick (but important) things were always said in the mother-tongue when the English language just wasn't deep enough to express the message. Zaffar had been in the UK most of his adult life and was happy to converse in English all the time if he had to. The drive to Birmingham City Centre would take about 2 hours. It was Saturday morning with no traffic. The journey was going smooth, and conversation turned to all manner of things including poking light fun at Saad and his addiction to his work. Farah hadn't been in a situation where she was alone with another man for 2 hours. It was her first time but the usual shyness Pakistani father-in-laws and daughter-in-laws have around each other seemed to only last 15 minutes before both opened up to each other. As they approach Birmingham town centre, Farah noticed Zaffar was no longer concentrating just on the driving, he was actively looking at other women. Farah amused herself 'he's son is a little more restrained than that!' she thought to herself. A few moments later, they hit a traffic jam that would extend the drive by another almost 45 minutes. Farah was starting to yawn.
"Getting tired?" Zaffar asked.
"Jee, I woke up too early and these car seats of yours are giving me a sore back!" she replied with a cheeky smile.
"Never mind, we'll sort you out later".
Upon hearing that, she wondered what it actually meant. She assumed her father-in-law was trying to be humorous. They arrived at the apartment and took the lift up to the 18th floor. Farah was taken back by the views as she walked into the apartment. She opened the sliding door and walked straight on to the balcony. As she looked into the distance, she was taken by surprise by Zaffar who stood directly behind her just a few inches from her ass.
"Does that take your breath away like it does mine my love?"
"Jee............ it's......... really.............. beautiful"
She felt a bit overwhelmed as this was the closest Zaffar ever got to her physically. Zaffar placed both hands on her shoulders and asked her
"how about that back rub? Would you like it now, or after a bit of work?"
Farah, didn't think he was serious when he earlier mentioned he'd "sort it out later". Before she could reply, Zaffar's both hands already started to massage her shoulders and upper arms. Farah always enjoyed a good rub but this was her first time a man other than her husband was touching her in this way. She halfheartedly tried to move away in a bid to get him to stop without actually asking him to do so.
"Come on in, get comfortable on the sofa" Zaffar prompted.
He held Farah's hand and guided her to the big couch. As Farah looked at this older, fit, muscular guy from behind, her mind reset to find itself back into its liberal and free state. She felt warm with this loving, sexy father figure offering to do something for her only her husband might have done.
"Bay jaa" (sit down) he gestured pointing at a position between his legs.
Farah's life flashed before her. Even though it was just a massage that was being offered, it already felt like something more. Was this the moment she got to practice her new found liberal thoughts and ideas with someone other than the man she was married to and loved? For every serious question about fidelity that went through her mind, the answer came back quickly... 'It's time to do something else with myself, I'm ready'. She smiled at Zaffar and then slowly moved forward to sit in front of his open wide legs. Zaffar rubbed her for a few minutes, working his way up and down her shoulder and back.