My story with her and her husband is somewhat strange. This friend was a military officer, his name is Khalid. His most dominant characteristics is his womanizer. He was married to a very beautiful woman with white face, natural blonde hair and body like Aphrodite. She wears a veil and has three children. Khalid and I were raised together but while I become a business man, he joined the army. He told me that women will go crazy about the uniform. His womanizer habits are well known to his wife and every time I saw her, I noticed her sad smile.
Our families used to go together in vacations, as usually Khalid will stay with his family for few hours before chasing a girl. After US occupation, I lost my wife and our unborn child in one of those explosions in one of the streets, a small one that no newspaper bothered to mention. Khalid joined the new Iraqi army, and he used (as he told his wife) to go outside Baghdad in military missions, but he told me that he usually visit his different mistress or spend few days in a whore house. I usually take care of his family during his absence, especially since we are neighbors.
After two years of becoming a widower, I asked Khalid and his family to be my quest during Eid-Altha (An annual one week religious festival), and he welcomed the idea. Before two days of the festival, he come to see me and told me that he find a new mistress. I knew him, he never left a woman alone and uses all his influence to get what he wants. He bragged even in front of all his friends and relatives and even in front of his wife that all women are whores. It seemed that he followed that woman for a long time and now she is in his clutches, so he is not going to miss his chance. He told me to take his family to my farm, and he will pretend to go in a mission.
I always felt compassion for his poor wife especially when I saw the sadness in her eyes. I have been widowed for two years now. Anyway, I told him that I will get his family to my small farm outside Baghdad, He was so happy, and he knew so well that I respected and cherished friendships above all.
I phoned Selma, this is her name and told her about the arrangement. She already talked with her husband, so after few objections, she agreed to come with children and in the next morning, I came and drive the whole family in my BMW to my small farm. She has not been out of Baghdad for a long time, neither the children, so even with all check-points and military atmosphere in every street, everyone enjoyed the road and scenes. When the children (8-12 years old, all boys), arrived, they just run all over the place. I have a small house, only few bedrooms, but it was okay. For the first time, I saw her smile and she laughed watching her children running here and there. She was just like a child, just like them.
After a while, she went to the kitchen to prepare food for us, and after lunch, children went to investigate the farm, while we changed to more comfortable clothes and sit together drinking tea and talking about so many things. We laughed and we told each other old and new jokes, respectable jokes then slightly dirty jokes. After awhile, she asked me about my wife (they were close friends) and all of a sudden, sadness came to me, and she came close to me and put her right hand over my shoulder, and suddenly something breaks inside me and I embraced her strongly, and before we realize, we were in the deepest kiss I ever have. When our lips parted, she sighed and put her lips over mine and we kissed again and again.
She pushed me a little and started to say "I don't think", and "we should do this". I told her to be quiet and that she need this and was going to get what I have to offer. I slide my hand under her dress to find her breast. It fit so perfectly in my hand. Her nipple got so hard, and grew under my hand. She tells me that it has been so long since she has felt the touch of a man.
I stand up and carried her to the main bedroom and locked the door. I took her dress out, and hooked her bra so quickly. I glued my mouth on one of her boobs. I rubbed my face and then I took her right nipple in my mouth. Her nipples were hardened by that time. I sucked her nipples one after another and she was getting excited more and more, and she kept her arms around my neck. We kissed again, or actually I sucked her lower lips then her upper lips, then kept sucking her lips. She kept muttering "no oh oh oh oh no" which excite me more. I kissed her all over her body then I moved down towards her crotch, thighs, hips, etc. and kissed her there. In one thrust, I took her pants away, and she put her hand to cover her bush. She was excited but shy, her body becomes pink. She was crying softly, but she pushed my head down and down with my tongue tracing her labia, caressing the hairs that protected her pussy before sliding it between her lips, opening her slit to me and delving deep inside. My fingers would often join my tongue, entering her, sending electrifying sensations through her body before I moved my tongue over the swollen orb of her clit- licking it, sucking it, gently nibbling on the centre of her orgasms. The pleasure tore her body and I made sure that I will drive her insane with yearning;
.hhhuuhhhh..... ....uuuuffffff.... .ooooohhhhhhh.... ..aaaahhhhh....
Selma said ".......oooohhh dear, I cannot take much.... Fuck me fuck me ooooooooooooohhhhhhhhh". She opened her legs widely "come on fuck me....". I saw her fully aroused. Her bush was thick and wet and I could smell her excitement. Even my wife had never been so excited like this. I rose up and mounted her and pointed my hard dick towards her opening and I push it in. She caught it and guided it into her pussy. It slid easily into her and she gasped and moaned loudly. I pulled my dick out and then pushed it back and she screamed. I start moving faster and faster until her pussy was grabbing my cock like crazy. She moaned "...... aaaaaahhhh dear..." Her vagina was so hot, and I pushed with all my strength and with my arousal, I become more violent while she was moaning while her nails scratch my back. "......aaaahhhhh.... ....ooohhhhhhh...."
I had great moments with my wife, but Selma was completely different. Under all her quietness, she loved sex and she was like a wild animal under me. She was gyrating her hips, and she arched her thighs upwards. She scratched my back and kept saying "more, more, ooooohhhhh".
She started making sounds a bit louder in her excitement
".....ooooooohhhhh... ..aaaaaaahhhh. ..uuuuuhhhhhhh.. ..uuuffffffffffff..... ....iiiiiihhhhh... ....oooooffffffffffooooooooohhhhhhhhh......"