I arranged to meet Aisha on Wednesday afternoon as she said she was leaving the kids at her parents house for a few hours. Asif would of course be at work.

I arrived at Aisha’s house on wednesday afternoon after she had dropped the kids off at her parents. The moment the door closed behind me she pressed her mouth to mine, her tongue sliding deep, wet and hungry. She was completely hijabless, her long hair loose around her shoulders, and she wore only a short pink dressing gown that barely covered her thighs. She tasted like mint and lust. She grabbed my hand and led me straight upstairs, whispering that the marital bedroom was our private Mecca today.

She said to me she had a surprise for me...

She pushed the door open and smiled. Zahra lay naked on the bed, legs slightly parted, dark brown hair spread across the pillow. Zahra was a 40 year old married British-Pakistani mum of 3, curvy, fair-skinned, and completely bare. Her full breasts rose and fell with each breath. Aisha introduced her as a friend whose husband was away in Pakistan on business. Zahra had left her three children with Aisha’s parents as the two families knew eachother. Aisha and Zahra have known eachother for years having met at their kids school.

I could tell Zahra's husband had a bit money as I could see a set of Porsche car keys on the side and a brand new Porsche Cayenne parked near Aisha's house.

Aisha told Zahra all about our secret meetings, how we fucked in this very bed while her husband was working all hours of the day.

Zahra smiled and said her own marriage had been sexless for years. I said hello and Zahra sat up, pulled me down by the shirt, and kissed me hard. Her tongue was just as greedy as Aisha’s. They took turns, Aisha kissing me while Zahra sucked on my lower lip, then Zahra kissing me while Aisha bit my neck. Their hands worked together, unbuttoning, unzipping, stripping me until I stood naked between two married women.

I lay back on the bed. Both women crawled between my legs. Aisha took my cock first, sucking the head noisily, letting spit run down the shaft. Zahra joined her, licking the underside, their tongues meeting around my thickness. They drooled on purpose, thick strings of saliva dripping onto my balls, making everything slick and messy. Aisha spat directly on the head and Zahra immediately sucked it back in, cheeks hollowing. They passed my cock back and forth, sometimes both licking at once, sometimes one sucking while the other licked my balls. The wet sounds filled the room.

Aisha swung her leg over my face and lowered her smooth pussy onto my mouth. I licked up into her while Zahra climbed on top and sank down onto my cock. Zahra was tight and hot; she moaned loudly as she took every inch. Aisha rocked her hips, grinding her clit against my tongue. Zahra started riding hard, her heavy tits bouncing. They switched. Aisha took my cock deep inside her while Zahra sat on my face, her juices coating my chin. Both women kept talking, voices low and filthy.

Aisha told Zahra how her husband Asif thought she was a good Muslim wife, how he had no idea she spent afternoons getting her cunt stretched by another man right here in their bed. Zahra laughed and said her husband prayed five times a day but hadn’t touched her in two years. She called him a useless prick who spent more time with his Quran than with her pussy. Aisha agreed, saying both their husbands were pathetic, more married to religion and work than to their wives. Zahra moaned that she wanted to be fucked like a whore while her husband was away doing business in Pakistan.

Aisha climbed off and sat against the headboard with her legs spread, fingers already rubbing her clit. She told me to fuck Zahra properly. I flipped Zahra onto her back and drove into her. She wrapped her legs around me and screamed. I fucked her deep and steady, the bed creaking under us. Zahra kept talking between moans, saying her husband would die if he knew she was taking another man’s cock.

Aisha watched from the side, two fingers buried in her own pussy, encouraging me to go harder.

I pulled Zahra up and fucked her from behind, one hand gripping her hip, the other reaching around to rub her clit. She pushed back against every thrust, begging for more. I flipped her again, this time with her legs over my shoulders, pounding straight down into her soaked cunt. Zahra’s screams got louder. Aisha kept masturbating, telling Zahra how good it looked to see another woman getting what their husbands never gave them. Zahra came first, her whole body shaking, pussy clenching around my cock. I didn’t stop. I kept fucking her through it until she came again, even louder.

Aisha told me to finish inside Zahra. I slammed deep and unloaded, pumping thick ropes of cum straight into her married pussy. Zahra moaned the whole time, saying her husband had never filled her like this. When I pulled out, cum immediately started leaking down her ass crack onto the sheets. Aisha leaned over and licked some of it up.

Thirty minutes later my cock was hard again. Zahra lay on her side watching, my cum still dripping from her. I climbed between Aisha’s legs and pushed inside her. Aisha was soaked and ready. I fucked her missionary first, then flipped her onto all fours and took her from behind while Zahra watched and laughed. Aisha kept up the dirty talk, saying Asif would have a heart attack if he walked in right now and saw his wife getting railed on their marital bed. Zahra joined in, calling both husbands useless, saying they spent more time at the mosque and at work than making their wives cum.

I pulled Aisha on top and let her ride. She bounced hard, tits shaking, while Zahra reached over and spat down on Aisha’s ass allowing her spit to lube my cock. Aisha came twice, screaming into the pillow that used to have Asif’s head on it. I flipped her again, fucked her on her side with one leg lifted high, then put her on her back with her ankles by her ears. Zahra kept laughing and touching herself, saying how pathetic their husbands were for never giving them this. I fucked Aisha until I felt my balls tighten, then buried myself deep and came inside her, pumping another huge load into her married cunt.

We went downstairs after that. Both women cooked for me, still naked except for Aisha’s open pink dressing gown. We sat at the kitchen table eating and talking for nearly an hour. Zahra said her husband would be gone until mid-August and that she wanted to do this again. Aisha agreed, already planning more afternoons while the kids were with her parents.

We went back upstairs. This time I fucked Zahra even harder while Aisha watched from the chair, legs spread, fingers working her cum-filled pussy. Zahra was on her back, then on her stomach, then riding me reverse so Aisha could see everything. Zahra kept moaning about how good it felt to be used while her husband prayed in another country. Aisha kept adding filthy comments, saying both their husbands were probably jerking off to religious videos while their wives were getting properly fucked. I came inside Zahra again, even deeper this time.

Another half hour passed. I lay on my back with my head on Asif’s pillow. Both women lay on either side of me, taking turns sucking and stroking my cock. They kissed my cock around the head, spit running down my shaft, their hands working together. Zahra sat back to watch while I rolled Aisha underneath me and started pounding her again. The headboard slammed against the wall. Aisha screamed into the mattress. Zahra laughed and said Asif probably thought his wife was being a good housewife. Aisha came hard, her whole body shaking, and I kept fucking her through it.

Zahra moved closer and whispered more insults about their husbands while I drove into Aisha. She said their husbands would rather read the Quran than eat pussy. Aisha agreed between moans, saying she would rather have my cock than either of their pathetic attempts at sex. I felt my orgasm building and slammed deep one last time, unloading everything I had left straight into Aisha’s cunt. She came again when she felt it, her pussy milking every drop.

We stayed tangled together for a few minutes, breathing hard. Then Aisha and Zahra said they had to leave to pick up the kids before 4pm. I took Zahra’s number. She told me her husband would be gone until mid-August and that she wanted to meet again soon. We got dressed slowly.

I kissed them both before leaving tasting both of them on my lips, then the 3 of us slipped out and I watched them walk to their cars from mine, two married women heading back to their respectable lives after spending the afternoon getting fucked senseless in Aisha’s marital bed.