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Wife forced to do Sex

This is a real story which happened in Islamabad, the capital city of Pakistan. Only the names and major details are changed in order to keep my identity a secret. I’m a well educated Pakistani lady. At 38 years of age I’m happily married and mother of 2. By profession I’m a doctor. I belong to a suburb town of Islamabad named Rawat.

The region I belong to is very famous for producing the best Army officers and it caters for a huge chunk of Pakistani Army, both at officer or soldier level. So my parents found a match for me in the shape of an Army officer. Very loving person, my husband Shehzad is at the rank of Lt. Colonel. My husband is from a smaller nearby town called Kallar.

Even from my very early teens I was a hot baby. I remember I used to touch myself at all the wrong places even before I started menstruation. Thanks to an elder cousin of mine, who introduced me to *** in order to satisfy her ******* desires. At 13 I knew all about ***, fingering, sucking, licking etc.

But having a very conservative, traditional and rural background I knew I had to be content with my fingers (or just some other GIRL’s fingers till I get married). And frankly speaking, I was not that much hot to defy the social, religious and traditional norms. And the prestige of parents and family had always been my prime consideration.

When I went to medical college, I got plenty of opportunities but having known my limitations I never opted for a full sexual intercourse. Although there were couple of guys who fingered me or sucked my ******s as well as got a *******/handjob from me, but mostly I was content with a female roommate of mine.

We could enjoy ******* *** and it was only after getting an orgasm that we could concentrate properly on study. Grades were, however, not compromised and we did pretty well in our medical study. When I got married to Shehzad, all my wishes came true. He was caring, loving, well endowed and Hot as hell.

In the privacy of our room (or even in whole house when the batman was not around) my hubby preferred me to spend most of the time totally ****. I loved the attention he used to give to my ***** body. Such was our level of hotness that for months we continued with daily ***. Neither of us were short of stamina.

It was in 2002 that Pakistani Army had to engage themselves in the war against terror. My husband was posted to a far of area at the border of Afghanistan and Pakistan. Till that day my husband had managed to take me to every station where he was posted. It was the first time that he could not take me with him. It was no easy fight.

As the situation worsened and the little fights turned to a full scale war, my husband’s tenure was extended. And for the first time in my matrimonial life, I was away from my loving husband….And consequentially away from my regular supply of high intensity ****ing sessions. I was still young and ripe by then and my sexual desires had not subsided as yet.

I had to fall back to my old routine of fingering in my bed, but my little fingers were no way near the substitute of my hubby’s 8” long Lun which was more than reasonable in girth as well. But a loyal wife that I was, I never even thought about cheating my husband in order to fulfill my sexual desires.

But then one day, something happened which forced me to enjoy *** with someone else other than my husband. And I mean it, I was FORCED…!!! It was the month of November. December was on the verge. The weather was romantically cool and the autumn had given a very depressing beauty to the awesome landscape of Islamabad.

As the dusk used to fall, the pale sun used to set and I used to have a long walk on dry leaves, it was difficult to control the physical urges. I was very good looking, **** and well groomed. While having a walk on the walk track on the sides of the elegant Constitutional Avenue, I used to come across males of all age groups…Teen agers, young, mature and old ones.

Almost all of them were belonging to the elite class. They were either very highly placed bureaucrats, very successful businessmen or their sons. Always clad in expensive branded sports attires, having groomed themselves with the most seductive perfumes, they were always neat, clean and tidy. Everyone likes attention and I was no exception.

So having a feeling of plenty of cool eyes ogling at my curves was a very good feeling. But it was depressing as well coz I knew it was very easy for me to pick any one among them and had a pretty satisfying night full of powerful **** session. But it was a difficult decision for me to cheat my loving hubby.

On every such occasion I used to have a very wet ***** (and panty) on coming back home. Wetness was not only in my *****, it was in my eyes as well. I was missing my husband and it was so easy to shed a tear or two while missing him. So back to the story. It was the dying days of November when my Husband’s mother fell ill and I had to go and see her in the village “Kallar”. Having spent the whole day there I decided to come back to my house in Islamabad. I had an almost new Honda City car and I could bank on it. But it was a mistake made by me. I left my in-laws home at about 8:00 at night. I had to pass through a relatively less busy off-road but it was not a long journey.

I just had to drive half an hour to reach the main road. But almost in the middle my car broke down. (I later came to know it was a very very minor problem of a Fuse) but being a lady I knew little about machines and cars. The mobile was not showing any signal. Being the winter season, the road was pretty much deserted, atleast much more than my expectations.

I waited for few minutes but on a pitch dark night my nerves didn’t last long and I was soon pretty scared. All I could do was to wait for some help, but you know on local routes all the public transport call it a day before sunset.

After 20 long minutes I saw the lights of some vehicle from the back view mirror. I decided to ask for a lift. As the vehicle came closer I noticed that it was not a car, rather a powerful Jeep. I switched on my double-indicator and got of my car. I was scared because I was about to ask for help from total strangers but I was not left with any option.

As the jeep stopped I noticed it was a Land Cruiser. Someone opened the window and I heard a very sophisticated and articulate sound of a young boy who was certainly in his late teens. He spoke in oxford style English which gave me quite a lot of satisfaction. I was with someone who was well educated and supposedly a decent and secure help.

To cut the details short, he not only offered me lift but offered to tow-chain my car with his powerful jeep. He asked me to sit in the jeep while his friend would drive my car. In the normal circumstances I would have not dared to let someone ride my car and sit in a stranger’s car but I had no other option.

Once I opened the door of the jeep and stepped in the first thing which made me uncomfortable was the fact that there were 3 more guys in the jeep (sitting on back seats). I didn’t know previously that they were there.. But I could not back out now. It seemed discourteous to object to their presence and to apprehend that those educated and sophisticated/stylish youth would do something bad to me. But my sixth sense was smelling a rat. Anyway in the cozy comfort of the Jeep I felt quite relaxed. But then the second thing which made me uncomfortable was the very seductively ogling eyes of the 3 guys. They was cute and educated young boys from some good families but they were not hiding their lustful eyes.

I was wearing a **** dress, as I always wear. A tight fitting shalwar qameez. The qameez was quite short and the fitting had made my flat tummy, my big ******s and my fat ass quite prominent. I noticed the guys looking at my thighs which were surely looking ****. I tried to hide it with my shirt but shirt was a bit too small to cover anything. So I forgot about it.

Both the guys sitting near me had their thighs pressed against mine. They were having bear and listening to music in a loud volume. Then one of the guys subtly rested his sleeveless forearm on my thigh. The other one was pressing his shoulder hard into my right ******. My ******s are pretty **** (my ******s had taken quite a fondling from my husband). These are D-cups in fact.

36-D to be precise. Although I was ***** those days but it was still uncomfortable having the stranger rubbing against them. That guy was looking at me with a grin. We all know that jeeps are powerful but those are never comfortable. The same was the case was this jeep running on a small road which was not in good condition. Every slight little bump made my flesh jiggle.

My ******s were getting pretty much vibration which was little embarrassing as I knew the guys were looking at my shaking ******s and thighs.. I suddenly felt quite exposed in my **** and tight fitting dress. But despite my hornyness I wished to reach back home safe and sound. The guy (named Amir) was rubbing and pressing my ****** so much that I leaned forward to escape him.

But as I leaned forward a bit my shirt’s neckline gapped open, and Amir was practically hanging his chin inside my top. I glanced down to see my white bra obviously exposed and also about 2” of my white creamy ******ge. I could see my ******s exposed and creating a very deep ******ge which could be any guys dream. For the first time I felt little hot, nasty and dirty.

But I fought the temptation to be exhibitionist and put my hand up over my chest in order to cover those. I was feeling my face get flushed. We travelled down the road slowly because of my car tow-chained behind. Throughout the journey I hardly saw another vehicle. Then the other guy on my right, named (Kamran)took the daring step and rested his hand on my knee.

As soon as he did this, Amir put his left hand on my right thigh. My adrenaline was rushing as I pushed both of their forearms off of my thighs. But all they did was smirk, and put their hands on me again. They were certainly not as decent as I had thought them to be. My basic problem was that I knew lot of girls get killed in such circumstances.

I didn’t know what their intention was. Frankly speaking “izzat” was not my issue. I was not that much afraid of getting ****d, rather I was afraid of getting killed. I was scared only coz I didn’t know what will they do to me after doing anything nasty. Anyway I got the courage to say, "Don't touch me."

But Amir reached at my tummy, placed his hand there and said in an articulate English, “madam, would you please honour us by giving us a time we’ll always remember?” and before I could reply, he ...

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