Guys, you can call me Chanu Leima. I am a 28-year-old married woman with dark brown eyes, black hair, and a curvy figure. I had been married to Nongyai for six years. But our sex life had become dull, and I found myself longing for something more exciting.
One day, while Nongyai was at work, I received a message from an unknown number. It was from a man named Najir Ahmed, who claimed to have met me at a function the previous weekend. I denied it, but Najir Ahmed persisted, sending me photos of us together and reminding me of our conversation.
Despite myself, I felt a spark of excitement. I had always found Najir Ahmed attractive, with his chiseled jawline and piercing blue eyes. I agreed to meet him for lunch, and we quickly fell into a passionate affair.
At our first encounter, I was nervous but also thrilled by the illicit nature of our meeting. Najir Ahmed was attentive and charming, and we quickly found ourselves lost in conversation. As we ate, I couldn’t help but steal glances at Najir Ahmed’s muscular arms and broad shoulders.
Our chemistry was undeniable, and before we knew it, we were back at my apartment, tearing each other’s clothes off.
“I’ve wanted you since the moment I saw you,” Najir Ahmed growled, his hands roaming over my curves.
“Fuck me, Najir Ahmed,” I moaned, my legs wrapping around his waist as he entered me.
We started in the missionary position, with Najir Ahmed thrusting deep inside me. I cried out with pleasure, my nails digging into his back.
“Oh, yes, Najir Ahmed, just like that,” I gasped.
But soon we were shifting, moving into the 69 position. I sucked on Najir Ahmed’s cock as he licked my pussy, our moans mingling together.
“Your cock tastes so good, Najir Ahmed,” I murmured, my tongue swirling around the head of his dick.
“And your pussy is so wet and tight,” Najir Ahmed groaned, his fingers plunging into me.
I felt myself getting close to orgasm, my body trembling with pleasure. I reached down and grabbed Najir Ahmed’s balls, rolling them gently in my hand.
“Like that?” I whispered, biting his nipple gently.
“Fuck, yes,” Najir Ahmed groaned, his hips bucking as he came in my mouth.
I swallowed every drop, savoring the taste. But I wasn’t done yet. I pushed Najir Ahmed onto his back and climbed on top, sliding his cock back inside me.
“I want to ride you, Najir Ahmed,” I whispered, my hips grinding against his.
We moved into doggy style, with me on all fours as Najir Ahmed thrust into me from behind. I moaned with pleasure, my fingers reaching down to rub my clit.
“Oh, fuck, Najir Ahmed, I’m gonna cum,” I cried out, my body shuddering with pleasure as I came.
Najir Ahmed pulled out and came all over my ass, his hot cum dripping down my legs.
“You’re so fucking hot, Chanu Leima,” he murmured, collapsing beside me.
I smiled, feeling satisfied and content. But I knew our affair couldn’t last forever. For now, I would enjoy the thrill of our illicit encounters, knowing that soon I would have to face the consequences of my actions.
The next day, Najir Ahmed invited me to meet him at a hotel bar for a drink.
As Najir Ahmed approached me, my heart raced. He was even more handsome than I remembered, with his chiseled jawline and piercing dark eyes. We made small talk as we sipped our drinks, but I could sense that there was a strong chemistry between us. Najir Ahmed leaned in close and whispered in my ear, “I can’t stop thinking about you. I want you so bad.”
My pussy tingled with excitement. I knew that what I was about to do was wrong, but I couldn’t resist the temptation.
We quickly finished our drinks and made our way up to Najir Ahmed’s hotel room. As soon as the door closed behind us, Najir Ahmed pulled me in for a deep kiss. I could feel his hard cock pressing against me as we made out.
“I want to taste every inch of you,” I said as I began to undress Najir Ahmed.
I started by kissing his neck and working my way down to his nipples. I licked and bit them gently, causing Najir Ahmed to moan with pleasure. I then moved down to his abs, kissing and licking every inch of his toned stomach.
As I reached Najir Ahmed’s cock, I couldn’t help but gasp at its size. I wrapped my lips around the tip and began to suck, taking him deeper and deeper into my mouth. Najir Ahmed reached down and grabbed a handful of my hair, guiding my head up and down on his cock.
“Oh, fuck, that feels so good,” Najir Ahmed moaned.
I then moved into the 69 position, with Najir Ahmed on top. I loved the feeling of his cock in my mouth while his tongue explored my pussy. We moaned and groaned in pleasure, lost in our own world.
As we switched positions, Najir Ahmed entered me from behind in doggy style. I loved the feeling of his balls slapping against my ass as he thrust deep inside me. I reached down and began to play with my clit, feeling myself getting closer and closer to orgasm.
“Yes, yes, yes!” I screamed as I came hard, my pussy contracting around Najir Ahmed’s cock.
Najir Ahmed then pulled out and came all over my ass, the warm cum dripping down my legs.
“I can’t believe we just did that,” I said, out of breath.
“I couldn’t either, but I want to do it again,” Najir Ahmed replied.
I knew that what I had done was wrong, but I couldn’t deny the intense pleasure I had experienced.
As the days went by, my affair with Najir Ahmed continued to escalate. We would meet in secret, always looking over our shoulders to make sure we weren’t caught. The thrill of the forbidden was exhilarating, and I found myself craving the excitement and passion that Najir Ahmed brought into my life.
But despite the thrill of our affair, I couldn’t shake off the feeling of guilt that had been growing inside me. I was married to Nongyai, and I loved him, or at least I thought I did. But my marriage had become stale, and I felt like I was just going through the motions. Najir Ahmed had awakened a part of me that I thought was dead, and I didn’t know how to reconcile my feelings.
One day, as I was getting ready to meet Najir Ahmed at a hotel, Nongyai approached me with a curious expression. “Hey, where are you off to?” he asked, eyeing my outfit.
I hesitated, feeling a pang of guilt. “Just meeting some friends for lunch,” I replied, trying to sound nonchalant.
Nongyai raised an eyebrow. “You’ve been going out a lot lately. Is everything okay?”
I forced a smile. “Yeah, everything’s fine. Just need some time to myself, you know?”
Nongyai nodded, but I could tell he wasn’t convinced. I felt a pang of anxiety, knowing that I was living a double life. But I pushed the feeling aside and headed out to meet Najir Ahmed.
As I arrived at the hotel, I could feel my heart racing with anticipation. I spotted Najir Ahmed sitting at the bar, looking handsome and confident. We exchanged a brief kiss, and then he led me to the elevator.
As we rode up to his room, I couldn’t help but think about the risks we were taking. What if we got caught? What if Nongyai found out? But the thought of being with Najir Ahmed was too enticing to resist.
We spent the afternoon making love, trying out new positions and exploring each other’s bodies. It was exhilarating and liberating, and for a few hours, I forgot about my troubles.
But as the sun began to set, reality crept back in. I knew I had to return home to Nongyai, and the thought filled me with dread. I didn’t know how much longer I could keep up this charade.
As I got dressed, Najir Ahmed approached me with a serious expression. “Chanu Leima, I need to talk to you about something,” he said, his voice low and husky.
I felt a pang of anxiety. “What is it?”
Najir Ahmed took a deep breath. “I know you’re married, and I respect that. But I have to be honest with you – I’m falling for you. Hard.”
My heart skipped a beat. I hadn’t expected him to say that. “Najir Ahmed, I…I don’t know what to say,” I stammered.
Najir Ahmed’s eyes locked onto mine. “I know it’s complicated, but I couldn’t help the way I feel. I want to be with you, Chanu Leima. I want to make you happy.”
I felt a wave of emotions wash over me. Part of me wanted to surrender to Najir Ahmed’s charms, to leave my marriage behind and start anew. But another part of me was scared, scared of the consequences, scared of hurting Nongyai.
As I stood there, torn and uncertain, Najir Ahmed took my hand. “We can make this work, Chanu Leima. We can find a way to be together, no matter what.”
I looked into his eyes, searching for answers. But all I saw was my own reflection, staring back at me with a mixture of desire and uncertainty.
The next day, Najir Ahmed invited me to meet him at a hotel bar for a drink. As I arrived, I saw him sitting next to Nongyai, my husband. My heart sank, and I felt a wave of panic wash over me.
Nongyai looked up at me, a mixture of sadness and understanding in his eyes. “Chanu Leima, I know what’s been going on,” he said, his voice soft and gentle. “I know about you and Najir Ahmed.”
I felt a pang of guilt and shame, but Najir Ahmed took my hand, his eyes locked onto mine. “Don’t worry, Chanu Leima. We can work through this. We can make this a threesome, a way for all of us to be happy.”
Nongyai nodded, a small smile on his face. “I love you, Chanu Leima. And I want you to be happy. If this is what you want, then I’m willing to try.”
I felt a wave of emotions wash over me. I had never considered a threesome before, but the thought of being with both Najir Ahmed and Nongyai was tantalizing. I looked at Najir Ahmed, and he nodded, his eyes locked onto mine.
As we sat there, the three of us, I knew that our relationship was about to change forever. We would embark on a journey of exploration and discovery, a journey that would take us to the depths of our desires and beyond.
The three of us went up to the hotel room, our hearts racing with anticipation. As we entered the room, Najir Ahmed took my hand, and Nongyai took the other. We stood there, the three of us, our eyes locked onto each other.
Najir Ahmed leaned in, his lips brushing against mine. I felt a wave of passion wash over me, and I knew that I was ready to embark on this new journey. Nongyai watched, his eyes filled with a mixture of sadness and understanding.
As Najir Ahmed and I kissed, Nongyai sat down on the bed, his eyes fixed on us. I could see the pain in his eyes, but I also saw the love and acceptance. He knew that I was happy, and that was all that mattered.
As the night wore on, the three of us delved deeper into our desires, our bodies entwined in a dance of passion and exploration. The air was electric with anticipation, and the sound of heavy breathing and moaning filled the room.
Najir Ahmed’s hands roamed over my body, his fingers tracing the curves of my skin as he pulled me closer to him. I could feel his hard cock pressing against me, and I knew that I was ready to take him in. I started sucking his cock, my lips wrapping around the tip as I began to move up and down. Najir Ahmed groaned in pleasure, his hands tangling in my hair as he guided my head.
Meanwhile, Nongyai watched with a mixture of fascination and arousal as his wife got brutally penetrated by Najir Ahmed. He could see the look of pure pleasure on my face, and it only added to his own excitement. He reached out and started touching my breasts, his fingers pinching my nipples as I continued to suck Najir Ahmed’s cock.
As the night wore on, we decided to take it to the next level. Najir Ahmed lay down on the bed, and I straddled him, my pussy sinking down onto his cock. Nongyai stood behind me, his cock in his hand as he prepared to join in. I felt a surge of excitement as I realized that we were about to try double-penetration.
Nongyai slowly began to push his cock into my ass, and I felt a wave of pleasure wash over me. I was being fucked by two men, and it was the most intense sensation I had ever experienced. Najir Ahmed’s cock was buried deep in my pussy, and Nongyai’s cock was filling my ass. I was being stretched to my limits, and it felt amazing.
As we moved in perfect sync, I couldn’t help but scream with pleasure. I was being brutally penetrated by two men, and it was the most exhilarating experience of my life. Nongyai and Najir Ahmed were fucking me like animals, their cocks pounding into me with reckless abandon.
The room was filled with the sound of our heavy breathing, the slapping of skin, and the moaning of pleasure. It was a night that would change our lives forever, a night that would take our relationship to new heights of passion and excitement. And as we lay there, our bodies entwined and our hearts racing, we knew that we would never be the same again.
Nongyai looked at me, his eyes filled with love and acceptance. “I’m happy for you, Chanu Leima,” he said, his voice soft and gentle. “I know that this is what you want, and I’m willing to try.”
I smiled, feeling a wave of gratitude wash over me. I knew that I had found a true partner in Nongyai, a partner who would support me and love me no matter what.
As for Najir Ahmed, he was the spark that had ignited our passion, the flame that had brought us together. I knew that I would always be grateful to him, grateful for the love and excitement that he had brought into my life.
The three of us lay there, our bodies entwined, our hearts filled with love and passion. We knew that our relationship was unconventional, but we didn’t care. We were happy, and that was all that mattered.
As the night wore on, we fell asleep, our bodies exhausted but our hearts full of joy. We knew that we would face challenges and obstacles, but we were ready to face them together.
The next morning, we woke up, our bodies still entwined. We looked at each other, our eyes filled with love and passion. We knew that our relationship was a work in progress, a journey that we would embark on together.
As we got dressed, Nongyai turned to me and said, “I love you, Chanu Leima. And I’m happy to share you with Najir Ahmed.”
I smiled, feeling a wave of gratitude wash over me. I knew that I had found a true partner in Nongyai, a partner who would support me and love me no matter what.
Najir Ahmed looked at us, his eyes filled with love and passion. “I’m happy to be a part of this,” he said, his voice soft and gentle. “I love you both, and I’m excited to see where this journey takes us.”
The three of us hugged, our bodies entwined, our hearts filled with love and passion. We knew that our relationship was unconventional, but we didn’t care. We were happy, and that was all that mattered.
As we walked out of the hotel room, we knew that our lives would never be the same. We had embarked on a journey of discovery and exploration, a journey that would take us to the depths of our desires and beyond.
We were no longer just a married couple; we were a trio, a trio of love and passion. And we were ready to face whatever challenges came our way, as long as we were together.