I am Saif Ikram and this is the story

of my wife Saima and her search for

another man, I am a Pakistani
Muslim cuckold. Before you read this
story please search for some
Pakistani girls pictures whilst reading
this story and view their photos to
see the true delicacy of a Pakistani
Muslim woman and why she needs a
more well-endowed man than me

Pakistani wife being done by another

man, these women are the growing
number of Pakistani women wanting
and fantasising about non-Pakistani
men. Now for the story….

Saima and Saif Ikram are religious

and devout Muslims in living in
Lahore, Pakistan. Saima wears a
hijab. Even looking upon other men
for more than a glance is frowned up
for women. Saif is about 5 foot 8 and
Saima, quite tall for a Pakistani girl
stands at 5 foot 7. Saif is of wheatish
complexion whilst Saima, like a true
Pakistani girl is fair and beautiful,
large eyes, red lips and light brown
eyes (google for tehmeena afzal to
see what she looks like).

Saima was married to Saif in a

Muslim wedding, which she had little
choice in, she was far better looking
than Saif and had a better job than
him. But after marriage Saif did not
let her work and was regularly
having sex with her so that they
could have a baby. Little did Saif
know Saima had been on the pill, she
didn’t enjoy the sex with Saif and
found his penis small and
uncomfortable.

Saima always had a naughty side to

which Saif had not seen in the bed.
Little to Saifs knowledge, before
marriage Saima was totally addicted
to internet porn, her mind had been
corrupted by seeing huge well hung
black and white men having sex and
giving their partners on screen
orgasmic climaxes. Saima found sex
with Saif quite boring, he would only
do the missionary position and his
penis never really hit her spots, she
would often rub her clit to orgasm
when he was at work to keep herself
going and remembered the porn
films she watched on the internet to
keep herself sexually satisfied.

But Saima always had another

fantasty, what if she could have sex
with a man that was not of her
religion? That would be totally out of
order, but at the same time…would
make it very kinky, she always had a
thing for the local Hindu boys at her
college but never could express
herself in the fear that her parents
would find out and marry her off
early. The Hindu boys were a lot
more relaxed with their women,
more confident and not insecure like
some of the Muslim boys about their
women. That made her wet and
fantasise that the Hindu boys were
more likely to try different acts with
her, maybe 69, anal, blowjobs and
even eat her out.

One day when Saif had gone to work

Saima, went to a local internet café
and searched for dogging sites in
Lahore. Where she found a young
local name by the name of Amit, a
Hindu name looking to meet up near
the back end of Anarkali Bazaar in
Lahore, a famous local market. The
back end was quiet and rumours in
the college days were that girls who
wanted to lose their virginity before
marriage would go there to meet
boys who wanted to more than
masturbate.
Saima created a fake email id and
agreed to meet Amit the next day.
Saima had sex with Saif that night,
again in missionary, she looked up at
the ceiling all the way through it and
couldn’t stop thinking about how
Amit would be like and how they
would get on, how the sex would be.
Its got to be better than this. Saif
finished his business, as usual very
little cum came out and he rolled
over to sleep. Saima closed her eyes
to go to sleep, she wondered if Amit
would still think she is a virgin
because there has hardly been
anything real up her yet.

Saima went to the back end of the

bazaar the next day… Now this story
will talk from Saimas perspective…

I went to the bazaar, and saw a man

in the back door of a small white
van, I was scared but I went over in
the excitement and he said told me
he was Amit. I just smiled wearing
my tight blouse. I walked into the
van and he closed the door.

Amit did not need an engraved

invitation after this. He was out of his
clothes in a jiffy and was on his
knees behind me. He fondled,
pinched and slapped my tight round
butt for a while. Then put his finger
in my pussy, and chuckled at the
wetness. And very soon, ahhh… a
cock in my pussy. After experiencing
how Saifs small circumcised cock
feels, I was now a natural uncut cock
in my pussy. But there was much
more to Amit’s cock than just being
uncircumcised. There was girth, the
sort that I had never experienced
before. Amit was atleast 7 to 8
inches, compared to Saifs small one
which was only 3-4 inches hard.
Amit drilled me hard and fast. His
hand kept moving from around my
waist, up my back, playing with my
boobs, back to my waist, grabbing
my butt flesh and so on. He got on
his knees, grabbed my hair and
started fucking my mouth. I was
experiencing a never-before bliss. A
real big Hindu cock with real girth
because of the extra foreskin, which
Saif or no Muslim man could ever
give me.

“Oh yes, oh yes, you randi, you slut.

You like this don’t you, you Muslim
bitch? You like being fucked by Hindu
dicks. Don’t you? Don’t you? Answer
me, slut.” and he took his dick out of
my mouth. “Mmmm…hmm…AHHH” I
moaned in response as Amit was
hitting the right spots and the right
tempo.
“Say it, bitch. Say you like being
fucked by Hindu dicks.” “Yes…
OOOO…AAHHH…I like…
AHH..MMMM…being
fucked….AHHHHHHH…by Hindu
dicks. Ohhh
Ammmmmmmmmmiiiittttttt” I yelled
as the first orgasm hit me. I don’t
know if Amit making me
acknowledge the taboo nature of this
encounter played a role in it, but I
had an extremely intense orgasm. I
yelled and shuddered as it lasted
longer than usual. “I wana hear my
Muslim bitch scream with pleasure.”
Amit said triumphantly “Bet she is a
sunni bitch too. Are you? Are you a
sunni slut?” “Yesssss” I exhaled. Amit
was still at it. His longevity amazed
me. Said could not keep going this
long at this pace and tempo. But
Amit was able to keep going at the
same pace, even with the friction
that his thickness and my relative
tightness must have generated.
Amazing.

In a couple of minutes, his grip on

my hair tightened even more and I
realized what was about to come.
Within seconds, my mouth was
flooded with a big load of his cum. It
took me three gulps, but I swallowed
it. “Wow, look how easily she
swallows, my little Muslim whore.”
Amit said as he pulled back my hijab
to unveil my beautiful hair. He took
his dick out of my mouth, and used
my hair like a napkin to wipe it off
“Good for fucking and for cleaning,
HAHAHA” he added.

“Get on your back.” he said. I turned

around and got on my back. Amit put
his knees on either side of my butt.
He then took my feet at put them on
his shoulder. Then with his hands
grabbing my boobs hard, he rammed
his dick into me again. And I almost
came again. At this angle, he had
reached even farther inside and
touched places that had never been
touched. And he started yet again, at
that hectic pace, fucking me.

“ That’s how all these Muslim sunni

sluts are. Taking pills so they can go
around screwing Hindu they like.”
Amit murmered pounding away.

Amit exhaled loudly, let go oh my

feet and stayed like that on his
knees, his second orgasm. I was still
writhing with the after-shocks of my
orgasm. I could still feel his dick hard
inside me for about a minute more.
He finally took it out and sat there. I
took my hand to my pussy and could
not believe the amount of jizz that
was coming out of it. I sat up, unsure
of what to say. Then he just fondled
my breasts like a real man.
We put our clothes on and then I lay
there in the van for a while to regain
my breath. I got up and walked
towards home, thanking Amit for the
best sex ever. He said we could do
this anytime.

At times when Saif went out of town,

Saima stayed with Amit. Amit also
regularly spent the week end with
Amit in their home. Saima became
pregnant and when the right time
came, she gave birth to a beautiful
boy, it was Amits boy not Saifs. Now
Saima and Saif live together with
love and Saif now also enjoying his
cuckold life.