My husband said he was going to play darts, this was Thursday and he always goes out onWednesday. We had a row as I did not want him to go out two nights a week leaving me in the flat alone. Anyway I decided I would tempt him to stay at home with me, and went into his bedroom, showered and changed in my sexiest under wear, white thong, and white low cut bra and black hold up stockings, complete with copious amount of Angel perfume. I then laid on the bed pretending to read a magazine. He came in to the bedroom, ignored me and started to get ready for going out to meet his darting friends. As he was leaving the bedroom I shouted obscenities at him, quickly put on a small split skirt and blouse and ran after him outside the flat down the stairs in my stockings pleading with him not to go. He went. The noise I made caused my downstairs neighbour, Ali, (aged around 30 years quite ugly with a rather large nose) to come out of his flat and ask if I was OK as he had heard me crying. He came over and cuddled me and told me not to worry and asked if would like to join him for a nice cup of tea to calm me down as he had his Uncle visiting him from overseas and would like to introduce him to some English people. My husband had told me not to talk to Ali, as he said he was always looking at my lecherously and he was suspicious of his motives. I thought what the hell, if his Uncle is in the flat I should be safe enough so agreed to have the tea. When I entered the flat the TV was on and a Hindi movie was showing. He asked if I had seen one of these before and I said only snippets of them. He invited me to sit on the couch and went away into the kitchen to make the tea. He shouted something in a foreign language presumably to his Uncle who not in the living room. By now I had settled down and was enjoying the novelty of the movie. Ali came from the kitchen with some Asian snacks and then brought in the tea; he sat down next to me in the armchair directly to the right of me. As he poured the tea the Uncle whose name was Rashid came into the room from the adjoining bedroom and was drying his hair with a towel, so had just come out of the shower. He was the completely opposite to Ali, (good looking, athletic, aged around 40 with a neatly trimed beard). Rashid sat down on my left but at the far side of the couch, but leaned to eat the snacks and inviting me to join in as they were a delicacy and I would enjoy them. As I leaned forward to select a samozoa I caught Rashid fixed lecterously at my legs as the split skirt had opened to display the top of my stockings. I quickly adjusted the skirt and gave him a disapproving look. We all sat together for around about half an hour and was enjoying their undivided attention. I can talk for England so I kept the conversation going and they explained what was going on with the movie, they said that in these movies the actors are not allowed to kiss the actresses. I also discovered that Rashid was leaving the following day to go back to his country. Ali said he had to go to the shops before they closed so that he could buy some things for Rashid to take back to his family tomorrow. He apologized for being inhospitable but said that I was welcome to stay as he would be back in about 1 hour. I felt comfortable with my new friends as they were quite mature to my relatively young 28 years and I did not want to go back upstairs to my empty flat and as I got on well with both men. I said I would stay until the end of the film so that I would be back home before my husband arrived. Then Ali reached over to me and said do you mind if I button up your top button as his Uncle was religious and might find the display of cleavage a little upsetting. I said I was sorry and did not realize my clothing may not be so appropriate and I moved to button up my blouse. But Ali hands were there before mine, which was a bit of a shock and he started fumbled about with my buttons and at the same time brushing across my breasts. As he did this he looked at me straight in the eyes, his dark brown eyes exaggerated by some sort of mascara. I thought that this was a bit odd as I could have fastened it myself. After Ali left, Rashid told me that he was not so fussy and that it was Ok for me to unbutton the top of the blouse if it made me more comfortable, he tried to repeat the exercise and moved over, but before he could I did it myself. He laughed and said sorry for being pushy. By this time the snacks were almost finished and Rashid said if I liked more there may be some in the kitchen. One particular type of Somoza was delicious so I went the kitchen with Rashid but we could not find anymore. As I turned to enter the Living Room Rashid blocked my path and asked if he could kiss me as he had never kissed a beautiful English girl before and that the perfume I was wearing was very sexy. I said Ok as long as it was only a kiss. He then put his arm around me and kissed me on the lips, I expected just a peck but it turned into a long sensuous kiss, which although not prepared for, I quite enjoyed the excitement. As he kissed I felt his hands move up the back of my skirt. I move my hand down to push him away but he had already got to my bottom. He gasped and seemed to get very excited on touching my bare bottom, asking why you are not wearing any underwear you sexy English beauty. I forced his hand away and pull away from him. He said he was sorry, that he got carried away and said that you can’t blame a man from trying. I thought Ok, boys will be boys and moved back into the living room. I was going to go but had again became engrossed in the movie. I sat on the settee and Rashid followed me in, walking with apparent difficulty, and sat down next to me, but this time very close. He put his hand on my leg where the skirt had opened and told me sincerely that I was the most beautiful girl he had ever known. Rashid then asked why I was not wearing any underwear, I told him I was and that it was a thong, a kind of discreet garment that English girls now wear. He teased me and said no you are not wearing any underwear and pushed his hand further up my leg. I managed to stop him before he got too near the top, but he got to my stocking top and the touch of his rough brown hand on the soft skin at the top sent a shiver down my spine. He asked my to show him the thong as he had never seem one before. I don’t know what came over me opened my skirt to show him my thong. He was gob smacked and moved his hand onto my vagina telling me that his penis was now like a piece of wood and would I do “a shaggy with him”. I said certainly not, I was a married woman and stood up to remove his wandering hand. He then asked if I would give him another kiss so that he could remember the English beauty for the rest of his life. I thought that this could be a goodbye kiss so I sat back down and moved over to kiss him. This time he responded more passionately even shoving his tongue into my mouth, I returned the compliment pushing my tongue in and out of his mouth and keeping my eyes closed, just so that he would remember his English kiss. He then moved one of his hands to my breast, moving my napple outside my low cut bra started to play with it. I tried to push his hand away wishing to keep my dignity but it was impossible and by this time I had started to like it a little, so I reluctantly allowed him to play with my breast. After kissing like I couple of teenagers for what seem like hours I felt that he was adjusting his clothing to make himself more comfortable on the settee. Then all of a sudden he dropped both hands from holding me and they went straight up my skirt and with one tug he pulled by thong down to just above my knees. I was so shocked, I opened my eyes and tried to pull it back up again, but he would not let go. I also was greeted with the biggest penis I had ever seen; he had removed the bottom part of his loose clothing during our kissing session. His dick was enormous and was pointing toward the ceiling, it was massive, it took my breath away. Keeping hold of my thong he grinned at me and asked again if we could “do shaggy”, I again I said no, but this time in my mind I was wavering. He again said his penis was like a stick of wood and that he would not be able to sleep tonight or probably the whole of next week unless I helped him. He said it so pathetically that I felt really sorry for him. He said he was leaving tomorrow morning so no-one would ever know; he would keep it a secret. He then said that he had never “had shaggy with a beautiful English lady.” I let go of my thong and he immediately moved it down my stocking clad legs, and I then raised my legs for him to completed remove it. I then told him that this is something that I do not usually do and that he was not to tell anyone about this night and that he had to be gentle as his penis was much bigger than my husbands and I was not sure whether it would hurt me if he was not careful. He then pushed up my skirt and positioned himself at the entrance to my vagina and pushed his monster roughly into me with a strong thrust, which really hurt. I screamed and called him a bastard, he pulled out and then came back in again with another strong trust, which again caused me to scream. He then started to go in and out and eventually after around six thrusts the pain had turned to a soothing pleasurable feeling. In and out he moved in slow deliberate thrusts. Just as I was starting to enjoy it I sensed he was tensing and he ejaculated into my vagina, which was a bit of a disappointment as I had not organism myself, but the force and the warmth of the sperm felt nicer than when my husband comes these days. He pulled out and said he wanted to do it again, as “he was strong man and could do shaggy many times”. This time he said he wanted to “put it all in”. He stood up, and picked me up and carried me into the bedroom and gently placed me onto the bed. He said Susan remove your clothes. I quickly removed my open blouse and bra, pulled off my skirt and took off my stocking. He then put two pillars behind my head, moved on top of me and started maneuvering his already erect penis near my vagina. Again he thrust in, but this time it was not painful, he then took my right leg and positioned it over his shoulder then did the same with me left leg. I just held on to his bottom for support and went with the rhyme. He then recommenced his love making and drove deeper into me. After three big pushes he then informed me that it was all in, never have I felt so filled. He was in and out, in and out and it was very pleasurably and fulfilling and this time he lasted very long, I was mourning with pleasure and he was making gurgling sounds, sometime I even noticed a bit of singing in his own language. His face was a picture of pleasure, he was really enjoying his ride, with a permanent grin and eyes closed. My vagina was making embarrassing sloshing sounds caused by the lubrication from my vagina and the friction of his penis but the pleasure was so great that I ignored this. Most of the time I laid back with my eyes closed savoring the pleasurable experience and grasping on to his bucking body. Every time I opened my eyes I saw the big grin on his face as he was pounding into me. He then withdrew completely removed my legs from his shoulder and tried to turn me round. I assumed he wanted to try it doggy fashion, however I had a fear that he may be thinking of putting his monster into my bottom. I have never done it that way and did not want to try it with his big penis. I did not turn over, he sharply said “Susan turn over, I want to see your beautiful arse, I said no way. He cursed in his language and immediately grabbed my legs again and swung them over my shoulder and re-entered me forcefully but in a manner I had come to enjoy. He lasted another 15 minutes, then started to go faster and faster, he then clinched his teeth, clutched my bottom hard and shot his sperm deep into me with a big scream. I exploded into an organism at the same time. He then withdrew whispered a thank you in my ear for making his visit to England complete and memorable. He then went into the bathroom and started to shower. I submissively allowed him to take his pleasure as I wanted to see how other cultures made love but I thoroughly enjoyed the experience and was completed satisfied and I think about it when I am in bed at night but think of how I could have done it better. I quickly got dressed and went to go to the living room to leave the flat. As I entered I heard Ali using his key to enter the flat. I quickly sat down and pretended I was still watching the movie. I told him that I had to go now as it was getting late. As I stood up to leave Rashid came out of the bedroom with a towel around him. He spoke to Ali in their own language the made a gesture putting one finger of his left hand into the rounded finger and thumb of his right hand, signifying intercourse. They both laughed and did a kind of dance/jig and gave each other a high five hand shake. I left in disgust. Next Saturday afternoon, hubby had gone to the football match and I was cleaning the flat when the door bell rang. I looked through the security keyhole and saw it was Ali. I opened the door and he said that he “loved me and would I sleep with him”. I said certainly not, what you take me for. He said that I had slept with his Uncle, I said he was lying. He then took out of his pocket my thong, smelt it and then put it back into his pocket. He said that if I came down he would help me shave my vagina as this was his Uncle’s only complaint about me, and would give me a lot of pleasure, far more than my husband. I said my husband is very good in that department thank you. Ali said that he can hear us upstairs making love as the bed creaks and bangs against the wall. He said that we only ever do it either on Saturday night or Sunday morning and that it only lasts for around 10 minutes, he said he can hear me making fake morning sounds and that he could really make me rattle and that his dick was similar in size to his Uncle who gave me good seeing too last Thursday. I closed the door and went to lie down depressed. The following week every time I left the flat by myself Ali would come to his door and whisper, I love you down the corridor. I am in a dilemma, I know I should persuade my husband to move away, but half of me cannot stop thinking about the fantastic sex I had with Rashid and wonder whether Ali although ugly may be just as good in bed. It is Thursday again and Hubby has just left to play darts AGAIN. I am now going down stairs to give Ali a piece of my mind and retrieve my thong…