Had been speaking with Aisha a married Pakistani born mother of two in South London having met online. Aisha was born in Pakistan but came to the UK when she was 3 years old and married when she was 20.

Been speaking for a month or so and met up for coffee a few weeks ago and got on really well.

Aisha was a stay at home mum and had a strict muslim husband. Her husband Asif
Owned a few restaurants in South West London and was hardly ever home, leaving at 7am in the morning and returning most nights between 10pm and midnight.

Aisha told me unsurprisingly that she was very bored at home and hasn't had sex for many years so wanted to try this.

Aisha was 36 years old, 5ft5, slim figure, beautiful light brown skin. Aisha didn't have an Pakistani accent, she had a softly spoken British accent.

Aisha always wore a hijab covering her head.

I parked my car on the quiet suburban street in South London and walked the short distance to Aisha's semi-detached house, my pulse quickening with every step. It had been a month of intense conversations followed by that charged coffee meetup, and now here I was on a Wednesday morning after she had dropped the kids at school.

The front door opened and there she stood, the 36-year-old Pakistani-born mother of two, slim and tanned with her dark brown hair tucked beneath the black hijab. She wore a simple black outfit that hugged her figure, and a flicker of nervousness crossed her face before I stepped inside and pulled her into a deep kiss.

Something ignited in her instantly. Her lips pressed back with sudden hunger, tongues meeting as her hands clutched at my shirt. She grabbed my hand without a word and led me upstairs to the marital bedroom, the door clicking shut behind us.

She reassured me that her husband wouldn't be coming home anytime soon.

We crashed together again, mouths locked in fierce, wet kisses while our hands tore at clothing. Buttons popped, fabric slid away, and she yanked off her hijab, tossing it carelessly onto the floor. Soon we stood naked, skin against skin, her tanned body warm and trembling with need.

Aisha wrapped her fingers around my cock and stroked it firmly, pumping until it stood rigid in her grip. At the same time my hand slid between her thighs, finding her pussy already drenched, slick folds parting easily as I rubbed her swollen clit. We kissed harder, breath mingling, until I lay back on the bed. She dropped to her knees and took my cock into her mouth like a starving woman, sucking hard and deep, tongue swirling around the head before she bobbed faster, saliva coating every inch.

I pulled her up and laid her down, spreading her legs wide to bury my face between them. Her juicy wet pussy tasted incredible as I licked and sucked her clit, tongue thrusting inside her tight entrance while her hips bucked against my mouth. I told her how her husband could ignore such a delicious, dripping cunt, and she moaned louder, fingers gripping my hair. Moments later she straddled me, guiding my cock to her entrance and sinking down in one smooth motion. She rode me with total abandon, bouncing hard, her slim body rising and falling as her pussy gripped me tightly, screams echoing through the empty house.

Flipping her onto all fours, I slammed into her from behind, pounding her doggy style while she begged for it harder, pushing back to meet every thrust. Her ass rippled with the force of my hips. I shifted her onto her back against the headboard and pile-drived deep, her legs folded as I drove straight down into her soaked pussy. She cried out that Asif would never dream of fucking her like this and that he's never known how to fuck her properly her voice breaking with pleasure

We moved to missionary, bodies pressed tight as I kissed her deeply and thrust steadily for several long minutes. When I asked if I could fill her up she begged me to cum inside her Asian pussy, so I drove harder, the bed creaking until my cock pulsed and I unloaded thick ropes of cum deep into her. We stayed joined, kissing softly under the duvet while she opened up about her cold marriage and how she longed for the kids to grow older.

More kisses led to another round. I slid back inside her under the covers, fucking her missionary again with slow, deep strokes that built to frantic pounding until I creampied her a second time, her walls milking every drop. We spent the rest of the morning tangled together, fucking in every position we could manage until the clock forced her to dress and collect the children, both of us already planning the next secret meeting.