Bollywood Star breeding paki wife and cuckolding paki hubby

Another repost. This one’s about a beautiful Pakistani wife her small dick Pakistani husband and how they agree to let a Bollywood star impregnate the wife 🙂

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You may have heard about a woman’s proverbial biological clock, the one which eggs her on. Well as Shazzia approached her 30th birthday, I noticed changes happening in her, almost like that clock had started to tick. It was nothing major at first, but I saw subtle changes, like she would look and smile at babies, and their moms, those looks got longer as time went on, and then those looks turned from just smiles but to looks of missing and wanting, and indeed needing! I saw it unfold in front of my eyes, and I knew it was only a matter of time!

And before I knew it, that time was upon us. I normally get home from work, a few minutes before my Shazzia. That fateful day, was no exception and as I was sitting at the kitchen table sorting out the days mail my lovely wife came walking into the kitchen from the garage. “He asked me out again!”, she laughed as I looked up at her. She was wearing a white button up blouse with a black bra underneath that was just barely visible through her slightly shear blouse. Her black skirt came down to just above her knees but had a slit up the left side that at times showed off the tops of her stockings. She was not coming home from work, which she had left early to be with…. you guessed it Vinod! That Bollywood start was back for yet another tour of the US and had not wasted anytime in contacting Shazzia. He had insisted that the tour start and end in our city, and this was just the start. For the past several days, Shazzia had been leaving work early to be with Vinod after his rehearsals ended.

“I don’t blame him.”, I told her, “You look absolutely beautiful.” As she removed her heels I asked, “So did you accept or did you turn him down again?” I laughed. Its a poor joke, I know but what the heck, it was fun bantering with her.

“I gave him a peck on the cheek then whispered into his ear that if I wasn’t married that he could have had me a long time ago.” Letting her hair down she shook hear head sending her long flaxen hair tumbling down to frame her lovely face, as she giggled naughtily and I walked up and hugged her tight. She smelt of his cologne and their combined sweat, I knew exactly what awaited me between her legs!

“So how did he react to being turned down again?” The bantering continued.

Licking her red lips, “He pulled me to him and kissed me on the mouth and slid his hands down to cup my ass of course.”

“What did you do when he kissed you?” I asked nearly loosing my breath with excitement, as I pictured my lovely, slut of a wife in Vinod’s arms.

“I kissed him back.”, she smiled. “What would you have me do? Slap that big hunk of a man?” She laughed as I kissed her, tasting and smelling what I thought was familiar salty flavor and odour, and wondered it she had capped the date with Vinod by giving him a blow job.

“When are you going to see him next?” I asked, as Shazzia pushed me away and pointed at her crotch. I immediately complied kissing her body as I slowly lowered myself down to her crotch level.

Giggling she said, “Well its Friday tomorrow, and he has a show to do, and on Saturday, so I will probably spend Sunday with him.” Leaning back against the couch she slowly started slipping off her skirt and panties. I was immediately greeted by that exotic smell that comes from the combination of male and female sex juices, and saw some of encrusted around her lovely entrance. Without waiting any longer I dove in, savoring the salty flavor, as it went down my tongue and throat.

Shazzia moaned a little, and with her hands pushed my head harder into her cunt. I doubled my efforts. “But if I did go out with him are you willing to accept how it might end?” She asked softly, with all seriousness

“And how do you think it may end?” Came my muffled voice. I was a little taken aback, but then immediately understood what she had meant. We had spoken of it when Vinod had first called her.

“Breakfast in his hotel room silly!” She giggled and I flicked the tip of my tongue against her clitoris. “Oh god that feels great!” She moaned.

“What about your three date rule?”I pulled back and laughed out.

“Yeah right, the one rule I have never obeyed since I starting cuckolding you!” Shazzia pushed by head back into her crotch.

“No but I mean it, are you ready for what might follow?” She asked again.

I pulled back again. “Sweetie, you are still on the pill, so he can’t get you pregnant!”

Samina smiled at me. “I went off the pill the moment I knew Vinod would be coming! So…”

That was a bit of a surprise to me, but I said, “so for all you know, he may have already impregnated you. You could be carrying his child right now!” I frenched her pussy hard, and she laughed but said nothing as I licked her to a small orgasm. She let out a high-pitched “I really want his babieeeeeeeessseee!” as she shuddered a little and ground her crotch harder into my face. I knew then exactly what would happen! There would be no stopping Shazzia.

We showered together and I came down to watch some TV while Shazzia dressed for dinner, we had decided to go out to our favorite Italian joint. While she up in our bedroom, I tried to get hold of my feelings. Part of me was happy that Shazzia seemed to have found a suitable father for our first child, but another part felt said that I could not father any children myself. It seemed so unfair. Here was Vinod, this handsome, virile man, who had fathered children with several women, including the wives of many of his bollywood fellow stars, and despite being significantly older than Shazzia had managed to seduce her too. I wondered if she had told him what her plans were.

The front bell rang, and I headed off to the door since I was still dressed. Shazzia quickly pulled her skirt back up and grabbed the rest of her cloths. As I walked out of the kitchen I turned and watched her run up the back stairs with her skirt slipping and exposing her cute little ass.

Answering the door I found a pimple faced teenager wearing a delivery shirt of a local florist. Extending a long package and a clipboard to me he said, “I have a delivery for a Miss Shazzia Motiwala”

“It is Mrs Shazzia Motiwala”, I corrected him. “And do I look like her?”

“No but as long as it is the correct address I get payed the same. Please sign the clipboard.” Grabbing a pen that was tied to the clipboard I scribbled my signature on the space next to my wife’s name.

Closing the door behind me I heard my wife call out, “Who is it dear?”

“Just a flower delivery for you.” Looking at the card, “It is from Vinod.”

“Oh.”, she squealed as she ran down the front stairs into the living room in just her panties, garter and stockings. Apparently she left the rest of her clothing upstairs. Ignoring the bouquet of red roses she tore open the card and read it. Squealing she said, “He wants to take me to be his personal guest at the show tomorrow.” With a sparkle of pure joy in her eyes.

“Will you go?” I asked.

“Of course I will, and I promise to tell you all about it, when I return home!.” She leaped into my arms and kissed me.

“I will. Thank you.”, she kissed me again, “I need to get a new dress. Take me shopping.” I did not bother asking if she was worried about being seen there alone by members of the Pakistani community who would be there too. Shazzia had long since stopped caring about what they thought of her.

Half an hour latter we were at the mall, I was helping her pick out lingerie to go with her new black rap-around dress, that was not only super right, it was also super short, boy would the aunties of the Pakistani community have something to talk about when they saw her in that! Holding up a pair of red lacy thong panties Shazzia asked me, “How about these?”

“Those are hot. I can’t wait to see you in those.” I grinned.

“They are for Vinod silly.”, she giggled. I payed for them and a matching bra and garter.

After a quick dinner at the mall’s eatery we went home. I begged Shazzia to model what she got for her date but she refused. She did drag me off to bed where we had one of our most torrid make out session for a long time. So aroused was she, that she orgasmed within minutes of my tongue finally making its way between her legs. As I pleasured her, I could not help but wonder if Vinod had already successfully planted his seed in my wife. I did not feel upset or mad, only curious. It was inevitable, and might as week be Vinod as any other man.

The following day was Friday. When I got home I discovered that my wife had beat me home. Entering into the house from the garage I called out to Shazzia but didn’t get an answer. I wandered quickly through the downstairs before going up to our bedroom.

From out of our bathroom I heard soft music playing. Pushing the door open I found Shazzia relaxing in the bathtub filled with red rose petals. Looking up at me she said, “Hi sweetie. Wanted to get an early start getting ready for my date since Vinod will be here to pick me up in an hour.”

I am not sure how long I just stood there admiring my wife’s naked body as she soaked in the tub. Kneeling down next to the tub I reached into the water and ran my finger down her belly to her bald pussy. “I see that you shaved.”

“Yeah, Vinod prefers bald!”

I slid a finger along her pussy. “It looks nice!.”

“You never answered my question yesterday.”

“Which question is that?”

“The one about how you will you feel about what will happen tonight.”
“Shazzia, I love you. No matter what happens I will not stop loving you or leave you. And frankly this really is our only option. I know you want it, and thats why I do too!”

“Thank you my love. Now please wait downstairs till Vinod picks me up. I want to close my eyes for a bit.” I leaned over and kissed her, standing up to admire her body one last time before wrenching myself from the bathroom.

For the next hour or so I tried to occupy myself till Vinod came to pick up my bride, and give her his child, if he hadn’t already. My thoughts keep drifting to the memory of her in the bath. She looked so pure, and happy, like someone who had everything she could possibly ever want out of life. There was a contentment about her. And I had to feel happy for her, for us!

The doorbell ringing startled me back to reality. This time when I answered the door it wasn’t some pimple faced delivery boy but Vinod. He was dressed in a tux as he greeted me. “Hi buddy. Is your wife ready?” He asked jovially, letting himself in.

“Not yet.”, I told him as I let him in. Walking a few steps up the stairs I called out, “Shazzia. Your date is here.”

“I am almost ready.”, she answered.

A few minutes latter she floated down the stairs and into Vinod’s embrace. As they kissed I realized that this wasn’t going to be a replay of that first time I saw them kissing. This time, they were already well-established lovers.

As they broke their kiss Vinod looked at me and said, “Don’t worry buddy. I won’t keep her out to late. I will have her in bed before it is too late.” Shazzia giggled at the implied meaning.

“Have fun you two.” I told them as they left. I just stood there in the open doorway as he escorted my wife to his car and drove off. Closing the door I wandered upstairs to our bedroom. Sitting down on the bed I found a note on her pillow. Picking it up I read the very short message she left me. Putting the note on the bedside table I wandered off back downstairs to the kitchen to get something to eat.

I thought of staying up till he brought her back but I was sure that would mean staying up all weekend. There was no way in hell she was getting back before Sunday evening. All sorts of erotic and at time scary thought went through my mind. Mentally, both Shazzia and I were ready to have a child, but I could picture all kinds of complications arising if Vinod demanded to be part of the childs life and insisted on practising his paternal rights.

Turning in early I lay in bed and picked up that note she left me and reread it several more times before I drifted off to sleep. My dreams were filled with my wife performing all kinds of acts of debauchery. Through the long night I kept waking feeling horny but the empty bed and limp penis, mocked me back to sleep.

Waking the next morning alone sent me into a short lived panic till I remembered that she was not alone where she slept. I was feeling some pains of jealously. What was worse than the jealousies that I felt was that I missed her. I really missed her and wished that I could just hold her in my arms at that moment. Let her know, how much I wanted to be with her, make her happy and give her whatever she wanted. It was reaction like none other, but then this time, her date with a lover was more than just about sex, it was to result in something special.

Looking at the clock I noticed that it was just past seven o’clock as I reached for the phone. I was so tempted to call Shazzia on her cell. As my fingers brushed it I felt that I should not. It would be wrong to disturb them, so I stopped. Getting up I went and took a shower.

After having a light breakfast and still nothing from Shazzia I looked at the clock and noticed that just over an hour had passed since I woke up. Next to the clock is a picture of her that I took shortly after we got married and she joined me in the US. In that picture she was curled up under a hand knit afghan and you could tell that she was nude. That picture was the closest any other man has come to seeing my Shazzia in the nude since I took that picture. At that time who would have ever guessed how many lucky men would get not only to see her lovely nakedness, but also experience paradise from it?

Starring at her picture I found myself dialing her cellphone before I realized what I was doing. I was soon jolted back to reality when I heard her cellphone ring. I saw she had left it in our bedroom, on the dresser! She wanted to be incommunicado! I didn’t even know what hotel Vinod was staying at. Hanging up I slumped down into a near by chair still looking at that picture. The realization that not only had she spent the night with another not just giving him her body, but taking from him something special in return, something that would change our lives completely was so brilliantly erotic and worrying. Vinod was giving her, what I couldn’t, and that thought made me a little sad too.

Lost in my thoughts of my wife’s body and what she and Vinod probably did last night I didn’t realize that another two hours passed before I snapped out out if. It was not easy spending the rest of the weekend, waiting for Shazzia to return. Finally, around 5 pm Sunday evening, while cleaning up the house for the 5th or 6th, I was startled by the ringing of a phone. Answering the phone I was greeted by my wife telling me that she loved me. “Do you still love me?”, she asked. I told her I did. “Good. I will be home soon with something special for you.”

When she got home she still had on the same dress but I noticed that she no longer had on her stockings. When I asked her what she brought me she unwrapped her dress and let it fall to the floor. Underneath she was totally nude. “What happened to the sexy lingerie?”

“Vinod kept it as a souvenir.”, she told me as she lead me to our bedroom. Laying down on the bed she commanded, “Eat my pussy, Honey.”

Kneeling between her legs I noticed how red and puffy her pussy was. Licking her pussy it was wetter than normal and but it tasted like I had expected it would. A taste I had grown to love as she fed it to me, bucking her hips to force her cunt harder against my mouth.

Looking up at my wife from between her legs and my face all covered in their love juice I said, “You have been very naughty.” She giggled. “So how was it? Do you plan to see him again”

Pouting she said, “of course sweetie. He is going away on tour for a few weeks. When he comes back, they will have one last show here, before they return to India. Only Vinod won’t. He will be moving in with us for a few days! So you will need to move into the other room, in fact I would like you to butler for us. Remember, Vinod is doing us a huge favor!”

I was quiet for a while, then said, “okay darling. But does Vinod know he is doing this huge favor?”

Shazzia laughed. “Of course he does silly. I would not hide it from him! He has a right to know!”

“And how does he feel about it?” I had to ask.

“He is fine, as long as we don’t expect him to be a provider for the child, which I assured him, we had no intention of ever expecting from him. I told him your name would be on the birth certificate as the father, and that would give him a lot of legal protection as in this state once a man’s name goes on the birth certificate as the father, he is responsible for the child.”

To be continued

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