THE EGYPTIAN AFFAIR : Part -1
PROLOGUE
Don't know why, but after 14 years of secrecy, I suddenly feel like sharing my life story with people interested in reading a true story. It's a narration of events that happened in my life between 1998 to 2010. Although it's been quite a while since it all happened, still I can recall the events and conversations that led me and my wife into a lifestyle that only a few can imagine in our part of the world. You'll agree that it is not possible to remember every conversation Word for Word, however the essence of conversations and happenings would be as accurate as possible. I have made a few changes such as names, places etc just to keep the secrecy. Please excuse me for the details, I felt them to be necessary. I cannot cover events of 10 years in one Part, but I would love to get the feedback on PART-1. If positive, it'll encourage me to write the Part-2.
YEAR - 1998 to 2006
I am Faraz, an Indian by nationality. 5 ft 8 inch tall (Not very tall to my liking), fair complexion, good looks as confirmed by many girls that I met, fit body because I played regular cricket all thru my college and university days. My family was settled in a big city of India since my childhood. I grew up in a full house, and was pampered for being the youngest of three siblings and the only son to my parents. They had high hopes for me and I had the pressure to perform well in all spheres of life. Luckily, I was a good student and managed very good grades in my class that helped me get admission in the top Engineering College of my city. The college life went smooth and naturally, I met and had a few affairs with some girls along the way, but nothing serious. Once again, I graduated with an impressive GPA that landed me a dream job in one of the renowned Engineering organizations of India. That's when my parents, like every Indian parent started looking for the right girl for me to get married. I told them very clearly that they can only recommend, but the final selection for a life partner will be exclusively mine. Thankfully, no one objected, so I was on a look out for a good match myself, and if possible, a true love.
In 1998, finally I found the girl of my dreams. It was nothing less than a typical Romeo Juliet story, but with a happy conclusion. I met Nazia at a wedding party. There was something about her that instantly attracted me towards her. 5' ft 5" inch height, fair complexion, shoulder length dark brown hair, voluptuous body with a killer round ass, extremely good looks and an intoxicating smile. To round it off, she had a mesmerizing personality and I was hooked the moment I saw her.
Naturally, I was quick in expressing my emotions towards her, but she didn't take it seriously at first. However my perseverance impressed her and finally she surrendered her heart to me. My good looks, fit body, a decent job and promising career also helped in acceptance of my proposal that I sent through my family. Initially we got engaged as she was still studying, however we were married two years later in December 2000 as soon as she completed her medical studies. Life began on a high note and we were very happy in each other's company. Sex was simply amazing, I could not keep my hands off her sexy body for more than two days maximum. We went on like this for almost two years. That's when the family members started asking the usual questions.
"What about the baby?....... Why Nazia is still not pregnant?....... What's wrong with her?.............Did you guys go to the doctor?...........Is everything ok?".
These questions started having its effect on both of us, especially Nazia. She being a women was getting stressed out. Although I told her not to worry and just relax, everything will happen in time, but she was equally concerned about her pregnancy. We went for our individual check-ups and luckily the reports came out very normal. The only reason doctors gave was to keep trying and it'll happen anyway. Her gynecologist told her to concentrate on certain days once the chances of pregnancy are more. Nazia became obsessed with these days and she started demanding that I have sex with her atleast twice a day during those days. Sex, that was supposed to be passionate and enjoyable, became a stress for me. Her constant demand for sex simply killed my appetite and I started having issues even with simple erection. My self-confidence to perform in bed was severely damaged.
Resultantly, I started looking for reasons not to have sex or to stay away from home on pretext of office workload. Nazia too noticed my lack of interest and started blaming me for her inability to get pregnant. We were in our third year of marriage and already the relationship was going downhill.
My mother being a typical Indian women started talking about my second marriage. She assumed that it was my wife who was unable to produce a child. The home atmosphere which was already stressed out became almost unbearable.
This is when something good happened, my company required a manager to manage a new project in another city. I was selected for the job and my transfer orders were issued in mid of 2002. This gave me and Nazia a chance to get away from the house and my family. Although my mother wanted to accompany us to the new city, but I lied to her that there is no family accommodation available at the new station, so I cannot take her with me.
The new place gave both of us the chance to reset our lives and life started coming back to normal, yet it seemed that the damage to my self-confidence to perform in bed was permanent. I was hardly interested to make love to my wife, and that too with effort. The duration of sex that lasted more than 30 minutes in initial days of marriage reduced considerably. I started relying more and more on my oral skills to make Nazia cum as my penis could not do the job, I only lasted 2 to 3 minutes after penetration. With time, she accepted her fate and stopped pushing me for sex. Pregnancy was still nowhere in sight.
But then in 2004, she suddenly announced that she is overdue. This was good news, we rushed to the hospital for tests and it was confirmed that she was pregnant. She was advised by the doctor for a complete bed rest. We decided to keep the news to ourselves until the pregnancy grows to 12 weeks or more. Our decision was right, as sadly, despite complete bed rest, Nazia had a miscarriage and lost the baby. We both were heart broken, but this renewed our resolve to keep trying and it'll happen one day.
YEAR - 2004
By the end of year 2004, I was once again transferred to another city by the company, but this time Nazia returned to our hometown and instead of staying at my home, opted to stay at her parents' home just to avoid the inquisitive nature of my mother. She being a medical professional decided to pursue her career which was on a halt since marriage. She instead of going for medical practice, opted to teach basic health sciences subjects to fresh medical students in one of the leading medical colleges. Our staying apart did not help our situation, but one thing positive came out of it, we both started missing each other's company and I looked for every opportunity to take a few days OFF from work and travel to her. The spark of love and sex was back, but not my ability to perform for a longer duration during sex, I still lasted appx 2 minutes inside her, and continued to rely on my oral skills to give her pleasure and ensure that she gets satisfied too. Whether I succeeded or not, I have no idea, but she assured me that she is getting her share of pleasure. I wanted to believe her, but my desire to fuck her real hard with my cock and make her cum that way was not getting fulfilled.
Now coming to the real twist in our lives. As I was living apart from her in a different city, therefore I had a lot of time on my own in the evenings. I spent most of my time surfing net and occasionally porn as well. By chance, I came across a few videos that showed amateur white wives getting fucked by black men and their husbands filming these videos. I was instantly hooked onto these videos. I started watching these videos more and more, they were available under various categories such as "Wife Sharing, Hotwife, Amateur wife, Cuckold, BBC etc etc".
The wives enjoying sexually superior men in presence of their husbands truly fascinated me and that's when my mind started visualizing all sorts of weird stuff involving my life partner with some stranger. I started having fantasies about Nazia getting fucked by a super stud/ bull endlessly and having multiple orgasms in one session. In an Indian conservative society, these thoughts were unimaginable and rare, but I was getting extremely aroused with these fantasies. I wanted to share these thoughts with Nazia, but was afraid that she might think of me as a person without honor and dignity. So I kept them within myself initially.
Concurrently, I also read a few stories of couples who experienced threesome MMF for the first time. These real life experiences of various people gave me a few ideas how to introduce Nazia to the concept of swinging and Hotwifing. We used to talk almost daily before sleeping about our day, what all happened and stuff. Because I was having all sorts of weird imaginations, so invariably I would turn the topic towards sex. At this point, I want to make my readers very clear one thing about Nazia. She loved sex and I don't remember a single day in our married lives that she ever said NO to sex. So naturally, she would enjoy our sexual conversations. This was the time I started asking her about her sexual fantasies. Initially she was reluctant in sharing any of her fantasies, but I kept pushing her for sharing a few. Slowly and gradually she started sharing a few, but these were such ordinary ones that were less sexual and more romantic. These involved me and her going on vacations to a nice vacation resort and spend some quality time. These were simple and pure thoughts of an innocent lady. On the other hand, there was nothing simple and innocent about my fantasies involving her, these were infact totally immoral by all standards. Still, I was willing to take a chance.
I waited for her to ask me the same question which she did. Our initial conversation went something like this,....
"Ohh, my fantasy is pretty wild, it may sound pretty weird to you" I answered.
"That's OK, I still wanna hear it" Nazia insisted.
"My fantasies involve going to a vacation resort which is clothing optional and has a private beach. There I want to walk with you on that beach hand in hand totally naked. Then sit together and watch the sun go down. Also have sex with you under the moonlight on beach etc etc" I made up one on the spot.
